My heels clanked against the staircase as I descended slowly. I was shaky and my heart raced in my ribcage. What is he going to say? How will he react? He must have heard my heels because when I descended lower, he was standing by the staircase looking handsome like any other day but a little but different. His hairstyle was different. There was enough length on top with his sides and back slightly shorted. He must have added some modelling paste to slick the halt back while preserving some of the volume.
He wore beige trousers with a well ironed navy blue button down shirt and suede Tassel loafer. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled neatly to his elbow with the first three buttons loosened. The shirt enhanced his physique and draped naturally down towards his hips. The smile on his face
