A knock on the door and I still wasn’t ready. I always threw hair forward, ruffled them up and then threw them back because for a person like me, combing the hair into a perfect style was difficult. Plus mop of the curls I had on my head, it looked strangely good with just rough finger combing. I’ve been told so.
But today it was my first date. I wanted to look good on my first date. I was dressed casual so, I guess messy hair wouldn’t look bad but that was just me, in my imagination. Would it actually look suitable for a date? I had no idea.
I opened the door with my usual messy hair but kinda better dressing than usual because Eva helped me with it and I trusted her.
As soon as I opened the door all my insecurities washed away because Ryan started complimenting me like he hadn’t seen
