Nervous Giggles

My heart started thumping, as I saw the number pop up on the screen:  Chase.  Throughout our e-mail exchanges, we had provided each other with our numbers.  The whole week we had sent one email back and forth per day.  He consistently emailed me every morning, which I discovered is when he first got to work.  He likes saving money, so he doesn't have Internet at home.  And I would return his messages in the evening when I would be home, and when I could relax and focus on every word he wrote.  I was mesmerized by his diligence and pursuance. 

I cleared my throat then slid the green touch button to answer his call.  "Hello?"

I heard his throat clear on the other end.  "Um, yes, hi, is this Aleah?"

Giggling nervously, I responded, "Yeah, it is.  Chase?"

"Of course!  So how was your day?"

We exchanged simple pleasantries back and forth and covered our days.  Since it was my first day of classes, I talked to him a little about how I thought this semester was going to go, and what classes I still hadn't attended, but would the next day.  Although I knew he was a tax accountant, that we had discussed the night of the wedding, I didn't understand what all that meant, and how someone can be a tax accountant year round.  He tried explaining it to me, but I thought it sounded horribly boring.  I told him that I was glad there were people in the world who liked numbers, because I couldn't do it.  He laughed and responded that it isn't for everyone.

We talked for a few more minutes before there was a slight pause.  Then quietly, Chase started, "So, Aleah, I was wondering if you'd do me the pleasure of going on a date with me?"

I (too) quickly responded, "I'd love to!"  Then smacked my forehead with my palm, regretting saying the "L word," even if it wasn't directed at him.  I recovered, "I think that would be really great."

We agreed on the upcoming Friday, August 29th around 7 p.m.  He said he would plan the entire date.

When we said our goodbyes, I squealed and did a little happy dance that consisted of prance-stomping and pumping my fists in the air.  I went to text Elena my good news, and looked at my phone and realized I hadn't hit the "end" button and the call was still going.  "Nooo!" I moaned as I hit the end button and threw my phone on the couch as if it was on fire.  I silently prayed he didn't hear my screeches of delight and at least he had hung up.

I heard my phone text tone go off, and grabbed it, seeing a text from Chase:  Looking forward to Friday.  P.S. I gave a shriek of joy, too ;)

I blushed, embarrassed he had heard me, but laughed, too.  I responded:  I'm not, and I didn't ;)

The next couple of days flew by, as I was anticipating my date, and was so nervous.  The day before my date, I decided to go shopping after practice.  I had no idea what we were doing, so I asked Chase to give me a hint so I knew how to dress.  He wouldn't give me a hint, but told me classy comfy.  I teased him, that some girl must've given him that term.

I had already checked the weather and the high was in the low 70's.  I knew if we were going out in the evening it would be cooler.  I elected on a black quarter sleeve flow-y long tunic shirt, and black and white chevron leggings.  I was going to add a red, layered bead necklace.  All I really needed were shoes.  I found some red studded flats that, in my mind, paired perfectly with my chosen outfit.

I got back to my apartment and grabbed my bag and started walking inside, daydreaming of the next night when I heard my voice being yelled from behind.  I stopped mid step and spun around. 

I found myself face to face with Victoria.