Where'd he come from?

Have you met Sean Bean?

//I literally have two long ass tests today and it's a half day wtf//

Okay, it's clear that I didn't quite explain this whole thing.

This is like a....diary.

Like kinda just a recap everyday?

You ever read that book, "suicide notes"?

It's kinda like that style.

It's like a diary but in real time?

It's like my inner thoughts, if you will.

Well, we can stop our heart to heart now, come to Jesus moment, whatever this is.

It takes me 45 minutes to get ready.

I'm wearing something a little more fancy for Evan.

Some flared leggings, a purple top from a band, a black leather jacket and my docs.

I have a bunch of jewelry on, as always.

My makeup is basic, eyeliner and mascara, highlight and blush.

I call rings from my phone, "call from Evan, answer it?" My Siri says.

I hit the green answer button, "hello?" I ask.

"Hey! You ready?" He asks, he seems so giddy, so happy.

"Yeah, I am actually. I can send you my address?" I start to smile a little.

"Yeah, sure. I'm just about to leave."

"Alright, it's 117 light shaft road." I say.

"Really? That's like right next to me!" He shrieks, "only like 5 minutes away."

"Oh, cool! I'll see you then, I guess" I hit the red hang up button.

I scramble to pack my purse, it's black with sliver chains.

I frantically spray perfume all over myself.

I hear the gravel crunch outside my house, just as I put the last item in my bag.

I quickly touch up my hair in the mirror and dash out the door.

I pet Mayor goodbye and open the door.

Evan fist is up, he was about to knock.

"Oh! Just the right time!" He says.

I close the door behind me, Evan arm wraps my shoulders as we walk to the car.

"You look beautiful, tonight." He turns at me and smiles, as he says it.

"Thank you." I say and tuck my hair behind my ear.

He opens the car door for me and motions for me to step inside.

A real gentleman I think.

I want to compliment him back, but I can't think of anything.

He looks perfect, he is perfect.

I just don't wanna say anything, in fear of him thinking I'm weird.

"I like your necklace." I say, I take my hand and lift up the charm.

He smiles, "thank you."

"So, where are we going?" I ask, taking a deep breath.

"You'll see." He starts the car and pulls out of my driveway.

"You want some music?" He asks as he hits a button on the radio.

I hear the familiar beginning to "After therapy" by Noah finnce.

Stranger in the room and I don't know what to say