Ethan looks at himself through the car mirror. Usually he doesn’t dress up, wearing a star wars shirt with a hoodie anyday, but today was special. Well, maybe it would be.

He was in front of your house and he’s ready to knock on the door. He knows your mom basically set up this date cause his own mother knew his shy ass wouldn’t get any dates. He feels honestly pathetic, but he’s here, isn’t he?

He walks up to the door and you immediately open it. He doesn’t remember his mom saying how gorgeous you were, so he’s looking like a dumbfounded idiot right now. Like he’s staring at the new Alien collection from his favorite store.

“Hum….hey?” Ethan scratches his neck, unable to say much more. His suit was starting to feel tight with the sweat that anxiety is bringing.