Say after me: "I am strong, I am bold, I am beautiful/handsome, I can do anything I set my mind to, nothing shall bring me down the path to failure".
Say it! Say it to yourself! If possible, grab a mirror and tell it to that beautiful face looking back at you! Always learn how to be filled with positivity. I'm back again guyss!!! Lots of love💜💜
I was wearing a boot cut jeans and a blouse with a slightly low V-cut at the front that showed off my cleavage a little. I shook my head as I looked down at my out fit. No. I did not dress up for this.
I stood in front of Kore's door and raised my hand to knock. Deciding against it, I tapped my phone to check the time. 7pm. I was supposed to be there at seven but I suppose i could wait a few minutes. So he'd not think I'm excited for this. I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall next to the door.
This is not a date, This is not a date...
After a while, I touched my phone again. 7:08. Perfect!
With one last glance down at my outfit, I knocked on the door and almost immediately, the door swung open.
Not like he never looked good but... ah well.. I guess I can't get used to how dashing he looks all the time. He had on a pair of jeans and a plain white T-shirt that hugged his body and gave me the perfect view of his abs and six-packs. I shook my head.
Stop it Emmanuella! Stop it!!!
"Hi", he smiled sweetly
"Hi", I replied and returned his smile. Awkward much?
After some seconds, I saw his eyes wander to my chest and he softly took in a sharp breath.
I frowned. "Hey. You promised Kore. Hands to yourself!", I warned, waging a finger at him.
He laughed softly, "Alright alright ma'am", he raised his hands in a mock surrender, "Come on in".
I walk into the house and my breath was caught in my throat. Holy Shit! This is a fucking date!!! The lights were off and there were dozens of candles all over the sitting room. A flower rested on the table. Kore walked towards it, picked it up and stretched it out towards me.
"For you", his smile was still intact while mine got drained away with the... the surprise? I took it and managed to smile back, bringing it to my nose and closing my eyes at the scent.
Tearing my gaze reluctantly from my favourite flowers, They are roses, I'll have you know, My eyes wandered on their own to the dining table and i bit my bottom lip.
More flowers, a beautiful cake, doughnuts, plates of food and a wine bottle were on the table. Okay, confirmed. This is a fucking date.
With my mouth still open, I turned to him and he just shrugged.
"I-It's nice. T-Thank you", I managed to stutter and he just shrugs again.
"I should have taken you out for the date like a normal man but I figured since you're not a normal woman, you'd prefer something like this", he said and I swallowed.
"T-This is a...a date?"
For a second there, he looked confused and frowned watching as I toyed with the roses in my hands and after a few seconds, he chuckled,
"I called it a hangout! Oh well, whatever. Call it whatever you want, it doesn't matter", he said and held my arm, guiding me to the dining table.
"Here. Sit down Milady", he pulled the chair out for me and I scoffed. Really? A gentleman now huh?
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