He was nervous, minor pangs of anxiety shooting through his stomach and out his toes. He wasn’t nervous; he knew this would go well because he’d make it go well. You didn’t come across girls as striking as Kenna very often, few encountering them more than once in their lifetime, and if you were one of the lucky men who did, you didn’t mess it up. God forbid you do.
The boy was told to meet her outside Uncle Louis’, and as he drove he kept one hand on the wheel. The smell of cologne filled the front of the vehicle, his red and black flannel the main source. He glanced over at the flowers that lay in the passenger’s seat, and he thought about the action of giving them to her— what would he say? How would he say it? He didn’t mull over it long, one, because he wasn’t one to mull over seemingly insignificant things and two, he had arrived at the diner. The male parked in front of the glowing building, in the street, and before he got out he checked himself in the rearview mirror, making sure his hair looked decent. He proceeded to leave the car, grabbing the bouquet as he did so, running a hand over his scalp, through his blonde, curved waves. He was to text her, letting her know that he had arrived and he did so as he leaned against the other side of the vehicle, the one closest to the building, his large palm holding the device.
A few moments passed, and it was only then when he saw her did the nerves settle, eyes dropping down her appearance, a faint smile upon his lips, “Hey,” He greeted, gaze still darting down the dress, “... You look beautiful— absolutely stunning. I mean it.” His tone was genuine and gentle, reassuring and kind. He shifted then handing her the flowers before opening the car door for her.
