@eliderosiers
When was the last time Felix had been on a second date, let alone a third? And yes, maybe the second date was a matter of convenience because he had a car and Eli needed a ride to the emergency room, but it had ended with ice cream and hand holding, and that meant it counted, at least to Felix. There was a moment when Eli had ended up with ice cream on his lip and Felix had wondered what it would be like to lick it off, and he internally began to panic because even having the thought seemed so forward. He had dropped Eli back off at his flat without incident, and didn’t even wait twenty-four hours before texting and asking for another date that didn’t involve stitches. Eli had agreed, and here Felix was on his doorstep.
It would have been a nice gesture for Felix to cook dinner since Eli couldn’t cook due to his hand, but Felix couldn’t cook due his disastrous history in the kitchen, so he had settled for bringing take-out. They could maybe watch a movie and spend time getting to know each other. Between the party being so loud on their first date and all of the forms Eli had to fill out on their second, they hadn’t had a whole lot of time to talk, and Felix was looking forward to that with the hopes that Eli wouldn’t think he was an idiot. As he waited for Eli to open the door, the plastic handles of the Chinese food bag digging into his fingers, he shifted his weight from foot to foot. It was going to be a good date, he could feel it.