Jordan’s POV
I walk up to the front door after checking my watch several times. I have been standing outside the past ten minutes practicing my speech. Why is this so hard for me? I have seen Ryan use one of his silly pick-up lines on several girls and they always work. Why am I so nervous?
It’s now or never.
I raise my hand and knock on the door which opens after my third knock.
“Good evening sir.” I greet the tall brown-haired man standing in front of me.
He must be Mary-Kate’s father, she has his ocean blue eyes.
“Good evening to you too young man.” He smiles at me, which is good right?
“My name is Jordan, and I am here to……” I start.
“Take my daughter out. Right on time I see.” he finishes my sentence while looking at his own wristwatch.
I swallow the small lamp on my throa
