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Finch
Thursday felt like it would never arrive. And worst of all, I didn’t get to see her during the week. Working at the other nightclub was not the same when I didn’t get to watch her. Actually, the night seemed to go on forever. I know it didn’t, but that's how it felt. Then I had only a couple of days before I would get to see her again. She was giving me a chance. She said one date and one chance. I had to make this count. No pressure or anything.
Not knowing what she liked was one of the hardest parts of planning. I could have asked her what she would like on a date. But she was giving me one chance, so I wanted to show her I could do this. I wanted to show her what I thought a date with me could be. And that meant taking her somewhere I liked to go, which meant a small trip on my bike. I didn’t really like going to restaurants, so I had to make sure what we were going to eat would fit on my bike along with the two of us. Though I am not going to lie, as I was planning everything, I was second-guessing myself. I mean, what if she didn’t like this idea? What if she completely hated it? Maybe I should just be taking her out to eat at a nice restaurant. I was so nervous by Thursday I nearly changed all of my plans. In fact, I was so overthinking it I nearly backed out of the whole damn thing. But then Emilia showed up to watch Anna for me. The two of them basically kicked me out of my own home, leaving me with only one option.
Doing one last check, I made sure the food I packed was secure on my bike. Then, with a final deep breath, I brought my bike to life and headed out. I made my way to her apartment, parking my bike next to her car in the parking lot. Another deep breath, and I made my way to her door, knocking on it.
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