Check!

Check.

Spruce up my place.

Check.

Put on my face.

Check.

My diaphragm's in place.

Check.

Sit down and wait.

Check.

Peering through the blinds.

Check.

My date's not on time.

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It's a quarter after nine.

Check.

Text his cell phone line.

Check.

Having some anxiety.

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Thinking he's ghosting me.

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He arrives finally.

Check.

With flowers and an apology.

Check.

He hadn't forgotten me.

Check.

He's looking "hot to death."

Check.

I'm thoroughly impressed.

Check.

Envisioning him undressed.

Check.

Could really chuck the rest.

Check.

I'll just pretend.

Check.

I don't know how it'll end.

Check.

But I already know when…

Check.

It's about to go down.

Check.

Moments from now.

Check.

I'll convince him somehow.

Check

He's looking back at me.

Check.

I'm following his lead.

Check.

Seated at the table.

Check.

My hormones unstable.

Check.

He asks me what I'd like.

Check.

"Is that an invite?"

Check.

"Excuse me?"

Check.

"Why don't we leave?"

Check.

"Come again?"

Check.

"For certain."

Check.

"What'd you wanna do?"

Check.

"Oh, You know what I wanna get into."

He raises his hand.

"CHECK!"