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I quickly close my laptop after messaging Phil back. Four hours isn't nearly enough time, and I knew he didn't actually mean four hours. I have three hours, plus 30-45 minutes of traffic, 30-15 minutes of sitting at a table contemplating whether or not I should just leave already.

I quickly jumped in the shower, which took at least an hour of me full out scrubbing my body with strawberry body wash, which Phil mentioned on our first date that he loves the smell of. Not strawberries themselves, but strawberry manufactured scent. He's weird.

I love it.

I got out the shower. 5:23 PM. I blowdried and straightened my hair, and got dressed nice for Phil. The restaurant we were going to was pretty fancy, so I was wearing a tux. I had already messaged Phil and told him where we were going. I know he likes surprises most of the time, but I also know that he likes to know where we were going before we left, and I wasn't going to be a dick like those guys in those "bad boy" stories, who don't listen when their girl says that she hates surprises and insists on knowing. If Phil wants to know where we're going, he's going to know where we're going.

He wanted to know where we're going.

6:04 PM.

One more hour, then I have to leave for Cassandra's. I grabbed a sweatshirt for Phil, who never seems to have his own even though he's always cold, and my wallet. I had saved up a couple hundred for our date tonight, wanting it to be perfect.

God, I hope it's perfect.