Monique was terribly nervous. She was pacing back and forth inside her room, her fingers trembling vehemently as she waited for Nathaniel’s arrival. She was looking forward to their date, and hopefully she wasn’t as ecstatic as much as she looked. She had no knowledge on where Nathaniel would take her. She couldn’t care less where, because what mattered was the person she was with.
There was a knock on the door which made Monique almost jump from her pace. She looked at the eyehole to see who knocked. Nathaniel was wearing a plaid shirt with a scarf wrapped around his neck. His blue eyes shone with hope and that made the trembling on Monique’s hand worsen. She was a bumbling mess, she concluded. “Monique?” Nathaniel called. “Are you there?” Monique was at a loss for words.
“What should I
