Chapter 40: Beck
Nerves prickle at the bottom of my gut as I park my truck in Mia's circular driveway and cut the engine. This is the same nauseous feeling I get in the tunnel, waiting to run onto the field before a game. Like I'm going to puke. I have no idea why taking Mia out on a date feels like such a big deal, but it does. All I know is that I want everything to be perfect.
I grab the flowers from the front seat and take the wide stone steps two at a time before ringing the bell. The sound echoes inside the cavernous entryway. I run a hand over my button-down shirt and khakis one last time.
Wait a minute-are the khakis and dress-shirt overkill? Maybe I should have kept it casual. I'm not looking to spook her.
Damnit.
It's too late to do anything about it now.
Why did I think this was a good idea?