I am so anxious. 

My palms are sweating, my whole body is shaking. Why am I so nervous? We are just going to hang out, that is it. Friends spend time together, don't they? 

Still, here I can't decide what I should wear. This has never happened to me before. 

How is it even possible that this guy I barely know can have such a strong effect on me? 

As I stand in front of the mirror, checking what must be my twentieth combination, I notice that it looks great on me. 

The light blue sweater matches my bright blue eyes perfectly. It somehow manages to compliment my pale skin perfectly. 

As I brush my fingers through my blond hair, I notice that it is disheveled, but I don't have the time to fix it now. So I try to quickly make it better by brushing my fingers through it, hurrying out of the door. 

We agreed to meet in front of the coffee shop since it's his day off, and I don't want to be late. I hurry so much that I manage to arrive early, which is quite annoying since waiting makes me even more nervous. 

That is when I finally see Mark. He looks so handsome as he slowly approaches me with an enormous smile on his face. It seems that he is excited to see me as I have a feeling that he thought I might stand him up. 

I can't help but smile at him as he approaches.

The moment he reaches me, I am overwhelmed by the strong scent of his cologne and something that reminds me of the woods in the middle of summer. I have no idea why, but what I do know is that his smell makes me feel dizzy. 

He approaches me carefully as if he is afraid of scaring me off. Finally, he stretches out his hand and says: "Hey, Chris, I am glad you could make it."

I shake his hand, and the moment I do that, I feel blush coloring my cheeks. 

That happens because my thoughts go crazy. I start thinking about how shaking Mark's hand isn't enough. I want to put my hands around his neck and pull him closer, to kiss those plump lips of his gently. Then, I want to deepen the kiss and let my tongue search the warmth of his mouth. 

I get so carried away daydreaming that it takes me a moment to answer his greeting. 

"H..i," I stutter stupidly. 

"Shall we?" He asks. 

I just nod, afraid I might say something stupid.