I asked you out on a date two weeks after we met.
It was Friday afternoon and you were just about to collect your things to leave from work. It had taken me the whole day to gather all my confidence and ask you.
You said yes immediately and your cheeks turned red. But not as red as mine.
I told you that I was picking you up on Saturday, 5 pm. I had already planned what I wanted to do with you.
You said that you were doing an extra shift at the hospital and that you wouldn't be home until 5 and that you needed some extra 30 minutes to get ready, so we agreed on 5:30.
"You don't need to get ready." I told you. "I'd also kiss you in scrubs."
I know it was cheeky but it was also true.
And that weekend, I didn't need to look for an excuse to show up at your flat. You were already waiting for me.
