You're My Aesthetic Tord x Reader

a date???maybe??

So he texted me the details, and it seemed a little less than professional to meet at the burger hut across town. Though I suppose he did say he wanted the customer to be comfortable.

Kinda irks me that he'd think I would be most comfortable there.
I'm a home body, I don't go out much unless I'm actually needing to do something. But I wasn't about to let a complete stranger into my home.

So, burger hut it is.

The appointment was later that day so I had time to actually make myself look decent.
I had to remind myself of the fuckup about a week prior where I fell asleep so I didn't do it again.
Instead I chose to occupy myself with cleaning, as I didn't want to cook, especially considering the fact we were meeting at a restaurant anyway.

I dusted and swept and tidied things up as I waited for five o'clock to roll around.
And when it did, I was out the door, feeling accomplished at the fact that I would be on time.

Instead of walking I instead took my car. Traffic wasn't bad so it made things easier.
I am.
So spoiled.
The car my father had bought me was a little more than expensive.
My very own 67' Chevrolet Impala, painted jet black with not even the tiniest of scratches.
I sat and started the engine, enjoying the purr for a few seconds before pulling out of my flats garage and driving off in a frenzy, hey, I was a good driver, reckless, but good.

I was about a block away when I saw Tord's number pop up.

Quickly, I answered it,
"Hello?"

I thought I heard what sounded like a sigh of relief, "Just making sure our appointment was still on." He said.

I nodded, "Yeah I'm in the black Chevy, about to turn the corner now." I replied.

Which I did, and I saw him on the sidewalk, jaw hanging down.

"Holy shit that's yours?" He said, I could see his mouth moving but could hear him through the phone as he hadn't hung up.

I did so and stepped out of my car after parking it in front, "Yep. Hope it's not too flashy." I said shyly, "It just seemed a lot faster than walking."

Tord cleared his throat and nodded, "Yes. You just caught me by surprise. I wasn't expecting a wo-" He gulped as I looked up at him in confusion, his face turning red.

"A-anyway!" He said, standing next to me and putting his hand on my back, pushing forward. He seemed to be in a rush to get inside.

Tord's pov

Ok, so maybe this was a bit of a date. I might have lied to her about the whole 'costumer being comfortable' thing too, and I might be just a liiiittle nervous about it.
But I couldn't just sit there and preach about how I hated unprofessionalism and then ask her out.

The vehicle was a bit of a shock I must admit. I saw her as more of a smaller car type, lighter colors as well. But so far she has been full of surprises. First she makes an appointment with no hidden intentions, then she acts shy, and then she's joking with me all in the course of one or two days.

She was interesting, I liked it.