i have never been so terrified by a knock on my door in my whole life.
"be right there!" i yelled as i scrambled to tie my shoe laces and run down the stairs.
i opened the door to see him, in the flesh, jacob bixenman, at my door.
"holy shit, you're tall," is all i can manage to get out of my mouth.
"holy shit, you're short," he mocked with a grin, "care to hop in my car so i can treat you to dinner?"
yup. this was the last night of my life. i was done for.
"christ," i mumbled, "we're splitting the bill," i added, realizing he said he was treating me, "i won't let you buy everything."
he simply laughed.
"let's get a move on! i didn't reserve the 6:30 time slot just for us to be late."
i was surely, definitely, 100% done for.
"well, even if we were late, couldn't you just call and say so?" i questioned as i walked outside and shut the door.
"now i'm gonna make sure we're not late."
we got into the car as i responded, "okay, just don't speed. or we'll die."
"got it."
