I stared at my phone, chewing on my nail in anticipation. Not a few seconds earlier, I had sent Striker a text asking if he would like to come over to dinner tomorrow night. In the time it had taken me to hit send, I had gone from confident to panicked before settling into anxiety riddled suspense.
What if he said no? After all, he was just some stranger I had met in a bar and had kissed only once. He may not want to see me again.
Getting up, I went into the kitchen and poured myself a drink. All I had left was a bottle of wine that I had bought on sale over a year ago. It tasted like sugar and artificial grapes. Grimacing, I set it to the side and looked at my phone for the millionth time.
When it finally buzzed with a notification, I jumped in surprise. Scooping up my phone, I unlocked it and read the reply.
I couldn't tell if the text gave me even more anxiety or if it was a relief. On one hand, shooting my shot had actually worked. On the other hand, I now had to get my home ready and fix dinner.
It read, "I'll bring the whiskey."
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Nowhere But Up | A Striker x Reader Story
RomanceWhen you hit rock bottom, there is nowhere to go but up. And sometimes, you have the opportunity to meet that special someone along the way.
