I smile back and see you to the door. "I'm looking forward to it. I'll see you tomorrow."

I watch as you get on your bike and wave at me, then I close the door and lean against it, taking a deep breath. I'm a little nervous, and not because of the bike or because I have nothing to wear. (Although I don't, I'm going to have to come up with something. Maybe I'll run down to Cuba Mall this afternoon and see if I can find something fun, yet sexy, but not too much so... Oh, I'll just look around and see what I can find.) No, I'm nervous because I wonder what you'll be like on your own. You seem so shy around me, and I hope that tomorrow night we'll get a chance to talk, just the two of us. And then we'll see what happens.