First Dates, Fire Alarms and Awkward Bonding.
Who: Afonso and Katya
When: Saturday Evening, March 19th
Where: Afonso's home
What: Nothing on tits this date could possibly go wrong, could it?
Afonso stood in front of the stove in the early evening of Saturday, pacing back and forth. He'd taken the plunge over the past two days to make salt cod, a family specialty and something he was proud of making. Something that oh God, he hoped she'd like it. What if she didn't eat seafood? What if--
Slapping his palm against his forehead, the brunette groaned. It had been a long time since he'd done anything remotely like this (and with a woman nonetheless, his family wouldn't believe their ears!) , and he couldn't help but worry. Everything had to go perfectly. It just had to.
The doorbell rang at about six and Afonso took a deep breath, catching his reflection in the mirror--a button up shirt, khaki pants, his hair tied up in it's usual red and white ribbon. Checking himself over one last time, he reached for the doorknob. Here we go.
Afonso put on his smoothest grin (which, all things considered, was not very smooth), and opened the door. "Miss Yekaterina, so glad you could make it!"
When: Saturday Evening, March 19th
Where: Afonso's home
What: Nothing on tits this date could possibly go wrong, could it?
Afonso stood in front of the stove in the early evening of Saturday, pacing back and forth. He'd taken the plunge over the past two days to make salt cod, a family specialty and something he was proud of making. Something that oh God, he hoped she'd like it. What if she didn't eat seafood? What if--
Slapping his palm against his forehead, the brunette groaned. It had been a long time since he'd done anything remotely like this (and with a woman nonetheless, his family wouldn't believe their ears!) , and he couldn't help but worry. Everything had to go perfectly. It just had to.
The doorbell rang at about six and Afonso took a deep breath, catching his reflection in the mirror--a button up shirt, khaki pants, his hair tied up in it's usual red and white ribbon. Checking himself over one last time, he reached for the doorknob. Here we go.
Afonso put on his smoothest grin (which, all things considered, was not very smooth), and opened the door. "Miss Yekaterina, so glad you could make it!"