Waiting, Panicking, and Flowers
First I sat on the couch and watched some television.
I flipped restlessly through the channels, glancing over my shoulder at the door every few minutes. Ok, seconds.
I was glancing at the DVD player’s clock for the hundredth time or so when the doorbell rang, and jumped maybe two feet off of the couch.
Then I laughed nervously at myself and got up, walking over to the door.
Before opening it, I suddenly glanced down at myself in a panic. He had said we were just going out to a movie and pizza, right? So jeans were fine for that, right?
Maybe I should have dug into my closet and found that skirt I hadn’t worn in forever.
The doorbell rang again. It was too late.
When I opened it I saw with some relief that Jake was wearing jeans too.
Then I realized that Jake was there, at my door, with flowers, about to take me out to see movie and pizza afterwards.
Oh God. I had to run.
Then Jake smiled.
“Hi, Jo,” he said, holding out the flowers.
OK, maybe I didn’t have to run.