Troye lets out another nervous breath as he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant.
He looks around at the cars despite not knowing what his date's car looked like.
Finding an open spot, he parks and turns his car off.
He stares forward for a moment before letting out another breath.
He didn't know he'd be this nervous to go on a Tinder date.
Turning in his seat, he pulls out the bottle of whiskey he brought from home off the floor in the back seat.
What? He has to calm his nerves somehow.
Taking a swig out of the bottle, he lets out a breath before taking another one.
He's meeting his date, Jacob at five and it was now 4:50.
He had 10 minutes.
Ten minutes to drink his nerves away.
Another couple of shots, he feels himself calm enough to take on anything with still being able to see straight.
He declares himself ready and places the bottle back on the floor.
Letting out one last breath, he grabs the door handle and glances out the window.
He freezes, his eyes widening at the man in the car next to him.
He sees Jacob smirk before getting out of his car.
Walking around to Troye's car, he carefully pulls the door open.
"Nervous?"
Troye opens his mouth but doesn't say anything.
Finally he decides on his words, "Not anymore."
Jacob laughs, "I'm pretty sure this is already the best date I've ever been on."
Troye blushes, "Well, hi! I'm Troye! Can I offer you a drink?"
Jacob grins, "I'm Jacob. And no, thank you, I don't drink."
Troye frowns, "Really? You thought this was going well?"
"I'm kidding," Jacob laughs. "I wanted to see your reaction after I just watched you slam a bottle of whiskey for almost ten minutes."
Troye blushes again, "Okay, well now you get to watch me slam a hamburger. Let's go."
