Closing the car door, Dave attempted to walk (stumble) towards your house, but he was stopped in his tracks by a tug on his clothes. He paused, turning around to see that the corner of his coat had been caught in his car door. Frowning, Dave fumbled around in his pocket for his car keys. Finding them, he unlocked the car door, freeing his coat before finally making it up the front steps of your porch.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm him down. However, as he felt the tell-tale prick of tears in the corner of his eyes, Dave fished out the paper bag that he kept in his pocket expressly for occasions like this. Opening the paper bag, he fit it around his mouth, inflating and deflating the bag multiple times in quick succession. Slowly, his nerves returned to him.

Folding up the paper bag and putting it away, Dave looked himself over one last time before realizing a very key component—the bouquet he had bought earlier, was not with him. Turning back around, he spotted the bouquet through his car window, rushing back to retrieve it.

He nearly tripped on his way back to your porch, barely catching himself as his arms pinwheeled in the air.

Now, this time with the bouquet in hand, Dave finally knocked on your door. His palms were starting to sweat, and he hoped the moisture would not transfer over onto the bouquet.

“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 and 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, why were you in your 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…?”