The date with dan went really well and he's now walking me home.
We reach outside of my building and we stop to look at each other, bit awkward.
"When can I see you again?" He says looking up from his feet, damn he's hot.
"Tomorrow" I smile at him
We say our goodbyes and I start to walk up the steps to my apartment and I fALL NO NO WHAT HAVE I DONE RUN LARA GET UP GET UP.
"Are you okay" dan asks, trying to stifle a laugh WHAT A PRICK
"NO DONT LOOK AT ME DONT LOOK AT MEEE" I hiss at him from the floor
HE JUST SAW ME FALL UGH I HATE MYSELF WHY DO I WVEN ATTEMPT TO GO OUTSIDE
"THIS IS WHY I DONT GO OUTSIDE" I yell, still on the floor, by now Dan is practically crying with laughter. He helps me up and gives an apologetic look
"Lara you twit" he says still laughing.
British accents, uhm yes.
"I must go before I accidentally stab myself" I say, I must look like a fucking tomatoe.
"Okay then, look out for steps now!" He says waving a finger
"SHUT UP! AT LEAST I DONT FALL OFF CHAIRS!" I laugh. Remembering the younow where dan faceplanted the floor
"We don't speak of that" he says straightening out his jacket
We say bye AGAIN and as I walk into the elevator my phone buzzes in my pocket, I whip it out to see a message from dan
Dan: you're cute when you blush.