Tucked (REWRITING/EDITING-)

3

Emma.

I hold my phone in my hands. It's Monday afternoon, and I'm debating whether or not I should text Eli. I put his number in my phone already, but I have no clue what I should say. One day is a long enough gap, right? I don't want to seem desperate. Well, what have I got to lose?

- Hey, it's Emma :) -

After two minutes of an excruciating wait, I get a reply.

- I was wondering when you would text. What are you up to? -

- Nothing much, just got out of my first day of classes. You? -

I bite my lip as I wait for a reply. Why does this guy make me feel so nervous? He's just Eli, for goodness sake.

- At work, but I'm on a break. So, got any plans tonight? -

CODE RED, CODE RED! IS THIS A DATE? WHAT NOW? SHIT.

- Are you asking me out? -

- That depends. -

- On what? -

- If you say yes or not... -

- I'd say your chances were pretty high. -

- Are you in a loud
place? -

- No??? -

He doesn't answer, but after a few seconds my phone starts to play my ringtone. I wait two rings, then pick up.

"Hello?" I say.

"It's Eli. I figured it would be easier to make plans over the phone."

"I agree. Aren't you at work?"

"Meh. My boss is the nicest lady on the planet, she doesn't mind."

I smile softly. "She sounds lovely."

"Oh, she is. So, I'll pick you up at 6 tonight?" 

"Sounds good. Where are we going? How should I dress?"

"Just make sure you can move in it."

"I look forward to it! The date, I mean." I say, thankful this isn't in real life I'm blushing so much.

"Me too, Emma, me too. See you then." he replies with a laugh.

I wait for the click of him hanging up, then set my phone down. I've got a date!!! Oh god, what do I wear?

Let's see, it's 4 now... Two hours to get ready. That should be enough. Hopefully...I hop in the shower and take my time. I have to look my best, even if that isn't much. After I'm done, I decide what to wear. Light wash skinny jeans, grey flowy tank top, a light leather jacket, and patterned scarf. Perfect. I put my hair in a pile on top of my head, and for a finishing touch, my favorite black boots. As I'm putting on a swipe of makeup, I hear a knock at the door. Shit! Is it already 6? I finish quickly then rush to the door. I grab my purse, then open the door.

Eli is standing there in his casual glory, wearing a pair of perfectly fitting jeans, an American Eagle t-shirt, and a light blue zip up hoodie. His blonde hair looks messy, but perfect. How does he do that? I'm practically swooning inside my head, until he interrupts my train of thought.

"Ready?" he says gently.

"Ready." I confirm.

He offers me his arm, and we leave on our date.