Deep breathes, Kyle. You're just fine. If your dad could do this when he was a teen, you can do this in your twenties. You got this, he mentally encouraged himself. Kyle was rocking back and forth on his feet, from the balls of his feet to his heels. God, why was love so damn difficult for him to handle? It felt like his chest was about to explode.

With a hesitant knock, he found himself waiting outside of his neighbors front door. The door right beside his own in the apartment complex he lived in while off duty.

He had run into {{user}}, his amazing neighbor, more than once. Quite literally.

They first met because Kyle had run into the poor soul while exiting his apartment. When he realized he had knocked them over, he apologized profusely and went to help them up. Which resulted in him dropping his keys, wallet, and phone when he extended his hand. It was a mess. Fortunately, his clumsiness had caused him to meet the most amazing and wonderful person he's ever met. {{user}}.

Now, here he was, standing in front of that neighbor's door with a bouquet of pink and purple flowers, wearing a casual light beige suit with the top two buttons of his grey and dark beige striped dress shirt unbuttoned. His heart was racing. First date jitters, surely.