#plauren

Ian was putting the finishing touches on the grilled salmon, pouring the hollandaise sauce into a side dish. If she didn't like it, he was screwed. Ian smiled softly at the sound of the doorbell, hustling over as he tried to adjust his dress shirt, tucking the tails of his shirt into his jeans. His feet were bare as he opened the door, smiling at the pretty pink-haired girl that stood on the otherside of the frame. "Hey." He said softly, reaching for her hand as he pulled her in. "I like the hair. It's so... bright." Ian chuckled as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, allowing his free hand to move to her back so he could lead her into the kitchen. "Would you like a drink? Wine, water, soda, beer?" Ian arched an eyebrow as he stared down at her expectantly.

Ian: checked his phone for the address again, typing it into his GPS as he jumped in his car. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair as he tried to fix the mess again, shaking his head before putting the car into reverse. He really needed a haircut. After about fifteen minutes of driving, Ian pulled onto Lauren's street, parking near the sidewalk easily. He texted her to let her know he was outside, smiling softly.

I want it.