𝐌𝐫. 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐧 [𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐧]

chapter 7

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TW? [anxiety attack?]

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Deep, slow breaths left Charlie's lips as he tries calming himself down after he had glanced over at his clock. His hands were already shaking, his heart beating harshly against his chest as he sat down on his couch again after he had gotten up.

He had showered and gotten ready long ago and now it was nearing the time he needed to leave. The tall male had been pacing up and down his house, tugging at his plaid flannel shirt as he worried about everything until he forced himself to sit down about thirty minutes ago only to start pacing once again before he forced himself to sit back on the couch.

Charlie worried alot about his clothing choice, it was plain, boring as Renee had called before. What if Lucille thought the exact same thing? Was it too plain for a dinner? Probably as he was eating with a fucking Goddess. He stared down at his timberland boots, gulping and licking his lips. Was his shoe choice plain as well?? What if she changes her mind about the dinner? Realizing that she didn't need to waste her time on him. And he wouldn't even blame her if she did infact change her mind. Did she take pity on him? She had too right? She called him handsome before she left, him? Handsome? Lucille had to take pity upon him. He was pitiful afterall.

The male shakily ran his fingers through his hair, his other hand feeling his face as he had shaved and even trimmed his beard.

Not that it helped with anything, he still looked the same. Boring. Old. Plain. And he's always look that way no matter how he shaved and whatnot. "Why me?" The male mutters as he gets back up from his seat, pacing the floor of his livingroom as he lets out a shaky breath. Lucille is utterly breathtaking, she's a sight for sore eyes, an Goddess that he truly had no problem worshipping. He'd be at her alter day and night, begging just for a glance in his direction.

"Shit, calm down Charlie." He whispers as he tugged at his flannel once more as a deep breath slipped pass his trembling lips. Maybe he was too old for this, it was not a date of course. He didn't want to by any means assume such a thing but he's probably too old for this. Even if it's just dinner with the most gorgeous woman he's ever had the pleasure and luck to meet. And would he ever assume that it's a date? Someone like he wanting to go out with him? A small laugh passed his lips at that thought. That'd never happen so he shouldn't think of something like that. He glances down at his outfit, a sigh passing his lips as it was really plain. But he didn't really have anything else other than the suit that he wore his daughter's wedding.

That was obviously too much for a small dinner. He was just getting to know her, it wasn't a date. It wasn't at some fancy ass restaurant.

So why was he freaking the fuck out so much? Because he knows for sure that he would make a fool out of himself. He would embarrass himself like he would always do and thoses were in different sort of situations.

A low groan passes his lips as he shakes his head, he wanted to think positively but fuck, that was so hard to do. He was quick to sniff his shirt, nodding lightly to himself as atleast he didn't stink so he'd  gotten that right. The male then cupped his mouth with his hand, breathing into it for a breath check and nods to himself once again. His fingers once again found their way into his hair and he moves to the small mirror her had hanging up in the livingroom. He stares at intently at himself as he fixed his hair or well tried fixing it.

You got this, he thinks nervously as he licked his lips before he checked to see if he had any boggers in his nose and sighs in relief when he found none. He makes sure that he has his house keys, phone and his wallet in his pocket. He may not need his phone and wallet but it was a just incase thing.