Do I have a stain on my shirt? Is this a cool date? Is she doing this out of pity? God, do I smell bad? Lewis couldn't help but rethink everything. He was a perfectionist by heart and when it came to taking out people he liked, he wanted things to be perfect. From the time he opened up her front door to the time he dropped her off and said goodbye he wanted things to be just as he pictured it. Others thought it was silly, but nothing about Lewis was easygoing. It was the only thing he knew. Walking up to her door, he pulled at the sleeves of his plain white shirt. It was his lucky shirt - despite it having a few holes near the collar. He hoped although it had been through a lot the luck wasn't out of it just yet. Lewis sighed deeply before knocking on the girls door a few times. "C'mon Rose," Lewis mumbled under his breath.