𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮/𝚂. 𝙽𝚊𝚐𝚒

𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣

'Who knew I was so weak?'
I was carrying my bag...
Or at least trying too since it was dragging. I headed over to the white haired male which filled me with dread.

'What if I'm uglier in person?! What if I'm not good enough for him?!'
I start pacing in a circle despite his eyes obviously watching me.

I was probably making even more a fool of myself than on text.
I did this without any thought which was stupid.

I mean, I'm alot different in person than on text... but I can do this! I rented a plain for this guy I can talk to him... I think.

I start going back over but to avoid more anxiety and doubts I stare at my feet.
'God, kill me now.'

"Uhh hi?" I heard him say before I straighten my posture. God, why did his voice have to be even more attractive in person?

"Hi, hey, hello... um bonjour-"
I cut myself off and just laugh nervously while my eyes dart around the busy airport.

"You're alot more awkward in person you know..."

A shiver runs down my spine. I don't normally worry about meeting new people... but him? That was different since I had embarrassed myself already. AND him saying that made it worse.

"Why'd you have to say it?! I was doing so well!"

"No you weren't."

His face was nonchalant while he said it making me irritated.
My eye twitched and started breathing deep breathes to calm myself down.
"Okay... maybe I wasn't but you don't have to say it..."

"Now let's get going."
He just turned around and started walking away.

I lifted my bag again with slight (alot of) difficulty. And follow him, it was hard though considering he was a skyscraper.
"Where are we going anyways?"

"My apartment..."

"How far is it? Because I'm going to need some help with my bag if far."

"It's not too far but I can help you."

"I'm good if it's not too far."
I Sling my bag over my shoulder so when I carried it my shoulders did the heavy lifting.

"Okay..."

The walk was silence. Even though other people were talking and making other sounds, it was still quiet.

I look down at his bare hand, he had pretty hands.
'I wonder... if I could...'
I blushed and looked around, I realised holding hands would make it awkward. Shoving any thoughts of that out my mind.

"You think very vocally..."
"Huh?"
"When you think, you whisper what you're thinking about."
"..."

My lips formed a think line. I just learned I had a very embarrassing trait that no one --until now-- told me about.
"Did I just embarrass myself?"
"Yes."

I look down at my feet, defeated.
I wasn't allowed one normal interaction was I.

"Well anyways we're here so there's no point in holding my hand now."

"SHUDDUP."

Ten minutes later
(brought by my laziness)

"You'd think for someone as lazy as you, You'd think you lived on the bottom floor."
I had lugged my bag up multiple flights of stairs and I would be surprised if my hands started to blister.

"I would but my parents chose it."

"Makes sense..."

He unlocked the door with his keys...
'I can't even work keys, how does he do it?'
Then I remembered his comment on being a verbal thinker and cover my mouth.

"Keys are easy use."
"I hate you."

Once we got inside I saw a couch and collapsed on it.
"I'm going to nap."

"Then shouldn't you sleep in the bed? It's more comfortable."
He stated without realising I was already asleep.

He just draped a blanket over me and put a pillow under my head. Honestly I don't know how I found it comfortable in the first place.

"Goodnight..."