Kyle waited outside the restaurant that was agreed on by a mutual friend. He was under the patio roof at the restaurant as rain poured down onto the sidewalk and roof. It eased his nerves a lot, it was a soothing sound. He was so caught up in the sound of the rain that he had failed to notice that you had arrived and now stood in front of him. “Excuse me, are you Kyle?” You asked, making him snap his eyes towards you and his eyes went wide and jaw clenched. You were stunning. Kyle stammered out an odd noise which made you stare at him with a curious look and for him to snap his mouth shut out of embarrassment. “Yes.” He finally blurted out. “I'm Kyle, you, uh, want to go on in?” He asked, embarrassed that he was making a fool of himself in front of you.

“Yeah, that would be nice.” You nod and turn towards the door, Kyle jumps ahead of you. “Allow me.” He murmured with a genuine smile, trying to cover up the embarrassment as he held the door open for you. The warmth of the restaurant hit the both of you in the face — a contrast to the chilly weather from the rain.

You headed on into the restaurant and glanced over your shoulder as Kyle followed suit, wiping his hands nervously on his jeans as he bit his lip. It was cute. A contrast to the guys you typically go out with, they’re usually so sure of themselves and cocky. But Kyle was so unsure of himself and seemed hesitant.

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When you guys had found a table and ordered your drinks and meals, you spoke up after a moment of silence. “So, Kyle. What do you do for work?” You ask, propping an elbow on the table and resting your chin on your palm. Kyle cleared his throat and copied your move. “I'm a soldier,” he answered, his eyes flickering around your face and he gave a shaky breath. “What about you, {{user}}, what do you do for work?”