His room was bathed in the soft orange glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows on the walls.
He had picked out her favorite place for their first date, a cozy restaurant she'd once mentioned in passing.
Laz stood before the mirror, staring at his reflection. His heart was pounding, and his palms were clammy with sweat. He was nervous.
Very nervous.
Their first date had to be perfect, he carefully choosing every detail to make the evening perfect.
He smoothed the front of his crisp white shirt, paired with a tailored navy blazer and dark jeans, polished to perfection.
His brown leather shoes gleamed, and his silver watch caught the light as he adjusted his cuff.
A silver watch gleamed on his wrist, catching the fading sunlight.
His usually messy hair was neatly styled, though a stray lock rebelliously fell over his forehead.
His palms were sweating as he ran them down his trousers.
