I managed to get my home cleaned up, putting everything put back where it needed to be with enough time to fix a casserole and get myself looking presentable. My alarm had gone off at six in the morning so I could have enough time to get everything done, but I still somehow felt full of energy.
The knock on the door made me jump and I nearly dropped the plates I had been pulling out of the cupboard. Striker stood grinning on the other side of the door, holding a bottle of top-shelf whiskey.
"Looks like you've been busy," He commented as he came inside, going to the kitchen to put the bottle on the counter near some tumblers I had already set out.
Shrugging like it was no big deal, I shut the door, "I didn't think we should eat on cardboard boxes."
Striker sniffed the casserole, looking pleased by the scent as he replied, "I wouldn't have minded either way. I was just happy to get your text."
I couldn't help but smile, feeling more self-assured and a little bit silly for having so much anxiety, "I'm really glad you came."
Striker's eyes met mine and his smile widened, "I wouldn't miss this for the world, darlin'."
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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.
