Jake taps his finger against the scrappy grey paint of the concrete railing. The lights flicker on and off in the hallway for a moment. He has his cheek against his forearm as it rests on top of the railing. Suddenly, on each beat of his finger tapping, the lights do a dance with it, each one slowly turning on, leading to your apartment door he stands in front of.

And once he catches a glimpse of you, the boy perks up like a puppy seeing his owner coming back home to him. His eyes sparkle as he stands up straight, one of his hands in his jeans' pocket, the lights staying on for you. The moon glows with the dodgy lightbulbs, helping it illuminate the night for you.

A small smile tugs at his lips, watching you come closer. "You're here already?" You ask, holding your bag around your shoulder. Jake admires your attire today, knowing you'd look beautiful in anything in his eyes. He nods, his grin now displaying on his lips.

"I didn't want to be late," his heart pounds and he's never felt it race like this before in his long life. He follows you as you go to your door. Jake leans against the wall near it. He watches you with his soft doe eyes, a subtle glint of admiration shimmering in his pupils while you take out your keys and unlock your apartment.

He swears he sees the small smile you throw him before entering, and he doesn't hesitate to follow after, a tiny smirk throwing off his grin on his face, feeling a bit giddy about finally going to your place. He's not sure what you guys are, but it's more intimate and romantic than any connections he's made before you.