The next morning, I woke up to someone softly knocking on my apartment door.
“Coming!” I shouted before scrambling to the bathroom to wash my face with water and gargle some mouthwash. I went out running to my dresser to brush my hair a few times.
I peeked out the door and saw Danny standing outside with paper bags. I opened the door immediately.
“Hey. Uhm. Good morning. I’m sorry to wake you up.” I can see that he felt uncomfortable standing there. He was looking at me shyly. “I got us breakfast.”
“Come in.” I’m not really mad at him. I think I understand what he said last night. Danny wants us to tread slowly in this dating game. I’m not going to pressure him though if that is what he wants. He’s right anyway.
“I got us coffee and croissants and some sandwiches.” He took the conten
