as michael ate, he eyed ashton's outfit, wondering why he was so nicely dressed—a black button up, rolled up at the sleeves, some dark jeans, and black boots. he raised an eyebrow at his roommate as he asked, "what are you so dressed up for?" and then added with a smirk, "or should i say, for who?"
ashton blushed and scratched the back of his neck—a nervous habit. "oh, um...i'm—i'm going on a date..." he answered, growing even more flustered. michael smiled widely. he was very happy for ashton. "that's great! but why so early?"
"we're going out for breakfast and then we'll be doing some other things."
"oh, that's nice. i'm really happy for you, ash. i hope i get to meet this lucky guy one day."
"i think you've already have," ashton grinned and michael only stared back confused, but shrugged it off and continued to finish his pancakes.
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