'No, I'm sure,' I say, making myself believe it as much as him. If you're not sure about this I won't get mad or anything, and you know how to get a hold of me.' 'It's okay,' he says 'If you're nervous I get it. I've wanted this for far too long to back out now.
I experience a moment of doubt for the hundredth time in the last hour.
It's the only word I can work out of my suddenly dry mouth. 'I just got out of work, you showed up a little quicker than I thought,' he says. He stands aside and motions for me to come in. He's handsome enough, a day of stubble, broad shoulders, perhaps ten years older than I am.
He stands in the doorway for a moment, looking at me with a lopsided grin that I'm not sure what to do with.
