Zizi was ready. He’s dressed in a burgundy button up shirt -three buttons undone- tucked into black slack pants and shiny shoes, his dark hair was pushed back and styled off his face, the sides shaved close to his head.
He had planned the entire date from top to bottom. He slips on his watch, checks for his wallet and keys before walking out of his house. He shuts the door before making his way up the stairs, to Hunter’s house and knocked on the door. The door was pulled open after the third knock and f**k, Zizi forgot how to breathe once he set his eyes on Hunter.
Hunter had on a peach chiffon shirt, black slacks and of course, his glitter boots. The one Zizi had gotten him for his birthday earlier in the year.
“You look…” Zizi stretched out his arm and Hunter slid his own into it.
