First Impression Jitters
After pressing the doorbell, Tom stepped back so his date could see him through the eyehole.
His hands kept swaying on their own, so he tucked them into his pockets. Of course, they felt for anything they could find to play with.
He was about to pull them out and hold them behind his back when the door opened. Seeing Rachel, he tried to smile, but he was sure it came out as a grimace. “H… Hi! I’m Tom.” Now, he grimaced.
Rachel giggled, allowing the light to glint off her glasses. “I know. I sit behind you in biology.”