Closing the car door, Dave confidently walked (stumbled) towards your house before he was stopped in his tracks by a tug on his clothing. Looking back, he saw that the corner of his coat was caught in his car door. Fumbling for his keys, he unlocked the door and let his coat free before finally making it up the front steps of your porch.

Feeling his nerves start to return again, Dave fished out the paper bag that he kept in his pocket expressly for occasions such as these. Opening the paper bag, he blew into it, inflating and deflating the bag a couple times before he finally felt himself calming down again.

Putting the bag away, he checked himself over to make sure that everything was alright before realizing that he had forgotten to bring the flowers with him again. Turning around, he spotted the bouquet through his car window, rushing back to his car to retrieve it.

Now, this time with the bouquet in hand, and doing one final check, Dave finally knocked on your door, his palms sweaty.

“I’m here to pick you up.” He said (mumbled), when you opened the door, thrusting the flowers into your face. When he finally worked up the courage to open his eyes to look at you, he was met with your confused face.

Wow, you look as pretty as ever. Was Dave‘s first thought before he realized that you were still in your pajamas. Wow, you look good in your pajamas. Was his second thought before his logic and reasoning caught up with him. Wait, pajamas? Did he not tell you about the date he planned for today?

Hesitantly, Dave cleared his throat again, gesturing randomly with his free hand. “Ah, sorry, did I forget to tell you that we had a date for today…?”