As he laid down, sighing as he reached to push back his bangs from his forehead. Face flushing from embarrassment as he thought about the night before, where he met you at a local bar.

As nerves started to kick in, he bounced his leg up and down, waiting anxiously. Waiting for your text, since he gave you his number that night, by writing it on the cigarette that he was smoking at the time. He waits patiently…