you pull my chair out and help me in, and you don't know how nice that is, but i do

8 months right down the drain. eight. whole. months. that’s what your previous boyfriend threw away. a few months ago, your boyfriend broke up with you with a stupid excuse that didn’t even make sense. you were heartbroken (because, seriously, who does that?)

but that didn’t mean you were gonna give up on dating all together. it just meant you hadn’t found the one yet. and so, you and walker started talking. always on the phone every night, hanging out whenever. but he actually asked you out to a date one night. something your old boyfriend never did.

you were nervous, like shaking nervous. you were expecting him to be like your old boyfriend because you didn’t know any different. you thought he would be late, but he was actually early. you went to sit, and he pulled out your chair for you.

“you’re funny as hell,” he laughed out, throwing his head back, laughing like a little kid. strange, you thought, since you’re old boyfriend never said anything like that. “pretty as hell too,” he complimented, resting his head on his hand as you waited for your food.