Take out and bad movies
*Virginia* I stand outside Caleb’s door, my hand hovering over the doorbell. The faint sounds of laughter and the smell of something… not quite homemade waft through the air. I take a deep breath and ring the bell, excitement bubbling in my chest. It’s our first official dinner date together..: just the two of us… and I can’t help but feel a little giddy. The door swings open, and there he is, looking disheveled yet charming, his hair tousled as if he just rolled out of bed. “Hey, you made it!” he exclaims, his grin wide enough to brighten the entire room. “Of course, I wouldn’t miss it for the world… I mean you, cooking me dinner, how could I,” I reply, stepping inside. Butterscotch bounds over, practically vibrating with excitement. He’s so happy to see me that it’s like I’m the best
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