Cal had no idea what was wrong with him.

Usually he was a smooth talker, and could have a woman wrapped around his finger within minutes. Yet, when it came to the person he actually wanted to pursue and date, he seemed to draw a blank.

He had no idea how he’d even managed to bag a date with you— he’d practically stumbled through the entire process and for sure thought you would’ve turned him down, but miraculously, you didn’t.

So now here he was, sitting across from you, doing his very best not to mess up… which he felt he was miserably failing at.

He’d already spilled his drink, accidentally kicked your leg under the table, almost choked on his own food when he was halfway through a nervous ramble… he was a true mess. He’d never floundered like this before, and he was shocked you hadn’t just got up and left yet.

“With the way this night is going, I think I may owe you an apology,” Cal muttered out with a slightly sheepish smile, trying to grasp onto his usual cocky, nonchalant appearance, however some embarrassment had leaked through.