We had a nice dinner, the two of us. I still wasn’t great at small talk and hadn’t become magically so with Casey, but the food was good, he was great to look at, and he made me feel at ease for the most part.
He drove me home with us listening to the radio, some rock station that played stuff I hadn’t really heard before, but Casey seemed to know all the songs and he sang along to them in a very off-key voice. I laughed at him, but he didn’t seem to mind, so I didn’t either.
When we got to my apartment complex, he parked in a visitor spot just a few spaces away from my apartment and got out when I did which began to make me nervous. I’d reached the stage in the date where I guess maybe I was supposed to invite him in or something and I didn’t think I was ready for that something.
“Hey,
