Date With Carver...er...Chuck [Locked to paterelohim]
It was still such a shock to Heather that she scored a date with Carver Edlund or his real name, Chuck. She always liked to imagine what her favorite author was like and to know he was such an amazing guy, well, it's like that famous quote, Carpe Diem and that's just what she did by asking him out to dinner to this fancy little restaurant near her apartment. It wasn't her typical scene being the the reckless person she was but she wanted to do something nice. After all, she wanted to make a really good date impression.
All dressed up, Heather does one last spin in the mirror before grabbing her black clutch and making her way toward the door. It's been a long time since the last time she went out with someone so she really wanted to do her best (and she really wanted to get Chuck to like her). Shutting off her lights and locking her apartment door, Heather made her way out of the complex and down into the parking lot where her beautiful little mustang was waiting for her. Getting in the car with a smile, Heather revved up her car and began her drive to Chuck's place who gave her his address over text and never told a living soul. Heather knew Chuck didn't want a fan mob...
After a long drive of listening to AC/DC and Aisa, Heather parked her car in front of the house, smiling a little at the little house. Hey, the girl liked old stuff. Heather hopped out of the car and made her way across the path and up the steps to knock on the door, chewing her bottom lip nervously as she tapped her finger on her bag.
All dressed up, Heather does one last spin in the mirror before grabbing her black clutch and making her way toward the door. It's been a long time since the last time she went out with someone so she really wanted to do her best (and she really wanted to get Chuck to like her). Shutting off her lights and locking her apartment door, Heather made her way out of the complex and down into the parking lot where her beautiful little mustang was waiting for her. Getting in the car with a smile, Heather revved up her car and began her drive to Chuck's place who gave her his address over text and never told a living soul. Heather knew Chuck didn't want a fan mob...
After a long drive of listening to AC/DC and Aisa, Heather parked her car in front of the house, smiling a little at the little house. Hey, the girl liked old stuff. Heather hopped out of the car and made her way across the path and up the steps to knock on the door, chewing her bottom lip nervously as she tapped her finger on her bag.