location: nick’s house with: @nicholasxmorris | closed
Nick had told Lou that the door would be open, and she knew that he was probably in the kitchen working on whatever he’d decided to make for dinner. She stared at the wooden door in front of her, taking a few slow, deep breaths before she turned the knob. Using her free hand, Lou rapped her knuckles against the door and called out a “Hello?” in the general direction of Nick’s kitchen. She knew his place by heart by now, having stayed over enough times to be able to navigate her way to the coffee pot mid-sleep stupor. It was a safe space, and she felt terrible at the way her chest felt like it was on fire. It was just Nick, after all.
She leaned against the door frame as she watched him work, something about laying her eyes on the man sending a wave of peace over her. Nicholas Morris wasn’t all that terrifying in-person. Sure, Lou knew this dinner was something different, but she wasn’t afraid of whatever it was. If he wanted to try a date, Lou would give him the best damn date of his life, or die trying. “Mmm,” she hummed happily, wishing she’d worn her usual jeans and a t-shirt so she could slip her hands in the pockets. Instead, she was standing before him in a sundress. Her boots, however, were still very much present on her feet. “I do love the sight of Nick Morris slaving over a hot meal.”