Dec 17, 2018
@laurencollier
with one last look at himself in his rearview mirror, michael felt satisfied enough with his appearance to go knock on lauren’s door. he waited for the door to open, a couple small flowers enclosed in his fist behind him. his palms were sweating. he hoped that wouldn’t be the case the entire time they were out, but it wasn’t an impossibility. when the door opened, after what felt like ages, he gave lauren a wide smile. “hi,” he said, biting his lip. “you look beautiful. are you ready to go?”
