Bob chewed on the inside of his lip as he walked up the steps. Nat had hyped him up all week for this, he’d be damned if he didn’t give it a shot. Nerves clawed at his insides. What if he’d read the situation wrong? What if it wasn’t a date and it was just a more casual friend thing.

He steeled himself even as all the alarms inside his head screamed at him to turn back. He raised his hand, hesitating as he considered retreating to the safety of his car.

“Come on Bob…” He huffed, rapping his knuckles against the door.