The second it had gone from chatting amicably to him while waiting for your order to be ready to 'Hey, do you want to go out some time?', things had started to get real in her mind.

She'd always harboured a little crush on the cute guy who owned the restaurant she frequented. And maybe their small talk was the highlight of her day. She'd just never thought it'd lead to anything. But some of his coworkers had egged him on, and when she ordered her usual, he gave it to her with his phone number scrawled on the bag.

Tonight was their first date. He offered to come over to her place and cook her dinner. Something other than what she usually ordered from him, he'd joked. It was still an hour before he was supposed to pull into her driveway, but she was already all dressed up, nervous and pacing around her apartment.

Just breathe, just relax, it'll be okay. She had her money on this going badly, because she had a history of her relationships ending sadly. But something in her hoped that this would end differently. This could either break her heart, or bring it back to life. Some part of her still hoped he could fill her with life.

He was having the same thoughts as he drove over to her place 30 minutes later. Every time he'd tried in relationships, they'd fallen apart. He was used to nobody calling him, and sleeping alone, but all it took was one time to get it right. Right? And he had a good feeling about her.

He walked up to her door nervously, 8:05 on the dot, flowers tucked in one arm, and a grocery bag hanging from the other. Maybe now the moment was right. She heard the knock from the other side of the door, waiting a second before opening it. Both of them didn't speak for a moment.

"You look-" They both started speaking at the same time, and while she flushed, Carmen laughed nervously. At least they were both on the same page. She stepped aside to let him in, and he handed her the flowers. Their hands brushed, and both of them felt the electric touch.

"These are for you. I hope you like lasagna."