"Y/n," she chuckled, "Good morning, I didn't expect you to call so early."
"Really?" I looked at the clock on my nightstand. 6:45am. Shit. I probably seemed really desperate.
"Yes, but do not worry, office hours start at six."
"Oh," my palms were clammy and my throat felt like it was closing in on itself.
"Why are you calling?" she asked. I thought I could hear her smile into the phone.
"I-I-I I w-w-w-wa-wanted t-to a-ask y-y-you o-out o-on a-a-a-a a d-d-date," I choked out, surprising even myself.
"Alright," she said, shocking me even more, "When and where?"
"T-today. At seven. A-at (your favorite restaurant name.)"
"I can make that happen."
"See you there?" I asked meekly.
"See you there."
Her voice sounded confident.
