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she’s a little nervous to meet him-- tinder, and snapchat was one thing. she could be flirty--without any real risk. and even though when they’d spoken he’d almost immediately put the pint sized brunette at ease it wasn’t enough to quell her fears. it doesn’t stop her though-- fear never has. she can hear her heart in her ears as she walks to the address he’d texted her earlier and when she spots a tall, brown haired figure from the back, her breath hitches. she taps on his shoulder and when the boy turns around-- she offers him a friendly smile. “jake right? i’m bailey-- though--you already know that. and um-- i come bearing hugs?” she bites down on her bottom lip. “and awkwardness.” she let’s out a nervous laugh and tries to focus on the ridiculously attractive man in front of her. she quiets all her worries about where her tazer was (in her purse), wether the tight little black dress was a little too much (it wasn’t) and if he was going to think she belongs in the loony bin with a quick inhalation of breath. “i’m a little nervous. you’re kind of my first... date off the app and i um-- was on a stake out with my best friend-- she’s a private eye--and sometimes i help so i was running late and everything was late and--ooh. sorry. m’rambling.”
