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Abel felt sick with nerves. Which was so new to him. He was never nervous about hanging out with people, but he’d called this a date, and now it was a thing he couldn’t quite get over. He’d spent the whole day before setting it up, in between watching the livestream of the arena. It was actually quite a nice distraction, and he’d get excited about something he’d thought about and want to tell somebody, but then remembered he couldn’t be harping on about a date when it was day 1 of the games.
He knocked at her door and waited with his hands behind his back, swaying nervously in place. He was wearing a pink ruffled shirt which was just sheer enough that his butterfly tattoo was visible, along with some tight black pants and black shiny boots.
A grin spread from ear to ear when she opened the door, and he could feel himself blush which was ridiculous because they’d literally seen each other yesterday morning. “Hello” Abel smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to her cheek. “Are you ready to go?” He asked, looking her up and down obviously checking her out. He may have been nervous, but he was still Abel.