Once you had showered and changed, locking the door of course to avoid any distractions from John, you walked back downstairs to pick your next number.
“Alright, five or six?” John waited impatiently.
“I don’t want to choose, you make the worst disappointed face.”
“John, will control his expressions. It’s not like he doesn’t get his turn.” Joseph gave John a stern look.
“Okay, I pick number… five.” Of course, John absolutely, 100% did not control his expression or the sigh he let out when you said the number. You couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sadness at hurting John for the second time today, but you were ready for your date with Joseph, uncertain of what it would be like.
“Where are we going for our date?” You turned to Joseph, ignoring John’s sulking.
“For a walk.” He said simp
