A Quiet Evening In
See you for dinner at 8, Grandmaster Flazh? All aboard the F Train lol
Sending that one text had taken every ounce of pure, unadulterated nerve that she had and, with that gone, M’gann had been practically flying through the apartment since she’d sent it in the mid-afternoon. She’d deep cleaned the living spaces, the kitchen, the bathrooms, and her bedroom from floor to ceiling, prepared a fine array of snack items for when Wally felt hungry later in the evening, gone out to buy groceries and something special, and as the hour drew near, cooked a sumptuous meal. Hearty enough for Wally and intricate enough to keep her from driving herself crazy watching the second-hand tick by on the kitchen clock.
The whole apartment was filled with the delicious aroma of garlic and butter. Truth be told, though, M’gann found that her appetite had gone. She was too excited and nervous to eat much of anything. This night was a long time coming. They’d taken things nice and easy for the first few months of their relationship. Just how she’d needed things to be. But she would be lying if she said she hadn’t been thinking about this for a while now. The buzzer rang just as she finished proactively plating Wally’s third serving. She sent the dishes drifting to the table and smoothed her hair down nervously, giving herself the once-over for the ninth time, before trotting to answer the door.
“Hey! Come on in. I just put dinner on the table!”