While the rain pushed her trough her walking ride of a distance, her clothes all over wet and her hair messed up in all the wrong places, while the flower she was supposed to give you, for the date, destroyed. She felt like the most biggest shithead at now rate.

While standing in-front of your apartment door, she already climbed up the straits in sounds from her wet clothes, and her lips in a slight pouty het frown and it made it even worser when you came and open the door, so sweetly and so, so, so beautiful. At some point in the moment she forgot to speak her own apology.

“I’m really sorry, I’m all wet and destroyed, I’m sush a dumbass.. I should’ve checked the weather before I did go.” Jenna spoke up, her voice holding a hint of nervousness, excitement, and embarrassment. She really wanted to have a great date and movie night at yours but here she was.

“There are for you, I’m really sorry. Can I come in?” She approached a bit closer, while her hand handed forward the destroyed and wet-rained flowers she was supposed to have them good way, and she was almost scared you would cancel the date and throw her away, but she knew what form she was on text, you weren’t that kind of person.