Jeff was standing in the kitchen washing dishes when he heard the door open.

He'd been thinking about {{user}} most of the day. If he was honest with himself, he'd woken up with them on his mind. Showered with that image of them too. So, imagine his sheer elation when he got that call. They had rung him right as he got out of the shower, making sure it was alright that they came over. He'd told them countless times before that they were always welcome...but he found it endearing that they still asked.

He went out of his way to make sure he looked nice. He'd put on a comfy sweater over his button-down and wore his nice trainers. He'd even combed his hair to keep that damn cowlick from irritating the piss out of him. To add to his elevated mood, the weather was fair. He'd opened the kitchen window, allowing the cool breeze to flood the kitchen.

It was a pleasant day with even more pleasant thoughts. Until, of course, he considered the most important aspect of {{user}}'s visit. His chest constricted. Callie wasn't home. Shit- he'd intended to call {{user}} back earlier to tell them, but it'd slipped his mind. Besides, he'd been so excited for em' to come over. Was it wrong that he was glad he didn't call?

Hearing the crunch of the driveway gravel, his ears perked. They were here. Wasn't much he could do now.

Wiping his hands on the nearest towel, he leaned against the counter for {{user}}'s beautiful eyes to come into view. Hearing the door open, he called out to alert them of his whereabouts.

"In here!"

He muttered, dipping his head to make sure his hands were clean and dry. Shit- he was so nervous. He shouldn't be. His feelings for {{user}} were wrong. Maybe if he kept that thought in the back of his head for long enough, he'd stop being so damn...teenage.