A Night Out || Closed
Michael's car rolled in front of the address that Clara had given him. The agent sat there for a moment, listening to the low growl of his Mustangs engine. It's been a while since he's been on a date. A real date, not some one-night stand. It felt a little strange, good, but strange.
"Come on, Wallace." he muttered, turning off the engine and pulling his keys from the ignition. "You can do this, it's just a date. There's no reason to loose your cool."
Despite his talk, the nervous energy that had appeared when he'd pulled up in front of Clara's home didn't dissipate, but at least it didn't get any worse.
Mike let out a short breath, pushed open the door to his car, and stepped out. Out of pure habit he scanned the area for any potential threats as he walked around his car and moved toward the front door. He couldn't find any, unless the neighbors chihuahua that was currently growling at him counted as a threat.
When he finally came to a stop at the front door he stopped paying attention to everything else and decided to focus on what was right in front of him, the door. And also what was behind the door, which happened to be a beautiful young woman that he would be spending his evening with.
Without another thought Michael lifted one hand and rapped it firmly against the hard wooden surface of the door.
