You’d known Jake for a while, and had grown incredibly fond of him over that time.

He was sweet. A little rough around the edges, and definitely protective of you, but he was sweet, and you really, really liked that.

It wasn’t too long before he’d asked you out, confessing his feelings for you after a long time of friendship, and wanting to see how things went.

Of course, you couldn’t say no, not when he looked at you with those big pretty eyes.

He picked you up for your first date—of course—and drove you to the place he’d picked out for the evening. It was a bar, but a lot nicer than any of the other places you’d been to.

Good music, the drinks looked nice, and so did the food. Jake was grinning as he led you inside, finding a spot at a table near the back for the two of you.

He’d suggested that the two of you can dance, after you’d had a drink or two. He’s really trying his best to make this a good night.