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Okay, Jonas didn’t think it was possible to be this nervous. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been over before. Hell, she had been at his place for the entire night not even a week ago. It had been one of the best nights of his life and they had spent most of it just eating take out and talking. So why was he so nervous now? Well, the answer to that was more than obvious. It was that little black box in his pocket. He had gotten into the habit of carrying it in his jacket whenever he went out.. Just in case the timing ever felt right. He had no idea if it would be right, maybe not for a long time. But it was always good to be prepared.
He climbed out of his truck with a bag of groceries, starting the walk towards Layla’s familiar door. Okay, dumbass, just breathe. You’re not going to do anything tonight. Just cook her dinner and talk. Maybe having an internal monologue with himself only proved the whole losing his head thing, but that didn’t really matter. He made his way to her door and plucked the key from its hiding place, taking a moment. It wasn’t even as if his nerves were bad. They were just.. Nerves. So he slipped the key in the lock and opened up the door, coughing to clear his throat. “Layla?”