Breathe || Roger & Siebold
"I've gotta relax." Roger heaved in a big sigh, bracing himself. Any minute now, his date would arrive and he was gonna have to pull in every last effort to make sure this day didn't go totally wrong.
Unusually early (as opposed to fashionably late), Roger paced back and forth within the stable's lobby, trying not to let the anxiety get to him. It didn't help that he had no idea what his date looked like, let alone know their name. For all he knew, he could have been going on a date with the most charming, handsome, intelligent Rocket member onboard and here he was, just a lowly country boy fighting to hide his roots.
No. This was not the way to approach to situation. He had to relax.
In a final attempt to pull himself together, Roger stepped into the men's restrooms and made his way over to the mirror. He would lather his face, wash his hands, fix his hair, adjust his sweater - he did just about anything he could think of to boost his morale.
What was it about this one encounter that was spinning Roger's personality into a full 180? How desperately he longed for the confidence and courage he'd sport each day as he walked down the halls of the Rocket base. And yet, here he was, staring at himself in the mirror with a less-than-eager smile on his face.
"Buck up, Roger. You can do this," he said to himself, staring hard at his reflection. "Your hair looks fantastic, Your breath don't stank. And you just got yourself the hottest, gray, knit sweater on a 60% discount. You got this." Actually managing to lift his spirit the tiniest bit, he flashed himself a weak smile and walked back out to the stable's main lobby, hoping that he'd still have a few more minutes to breathe.
