closed starter for @wrenpoe location: by the entrance
nerves was something that anthony de silva wore like a comfortable blanket. he was so used to the feeling that he hardly noticed it anymore. the anxious habits of shaking his leg or playing with the gold chain around his neck were just second nature at this point. he really hoped that wren hadn't noticed just how nervous he was. everyone that anthony had been with since his break-up with amelia... none had made him feel this nervous, and he had no idea what to do with any of it.
he'd been quiet on the drive over, only asking about music or if he needed to adjust the heat. god, he hoped that wren wasn't regretting this decision.
now that they were standing in front of in entrance, anthony didn't know what to do. was he supposed to hold wren's hand? no, that would be too weird right off the bat, right? he hated this, this indecisiveness, something he never experienced with amelia (though, she always told him what to do so he never had an opportunity to be indecisive).
anthony takes a deep breath, turning to face wren before they walk inside, a sheepish smile on his features. "are you ready for this?"