Work feels like a summer fling for me today and as i work the late night shift and am cleaning in the back rooms the to me normal ding ding sound of the front door sounds. I stop cleaning and put the mop into the cleaning bucket which leads to my clothes getting slightly splashed by the water. I laugh to myself because of course life plays with me on the best day and my anxiety builds up as i walk out and my eyes lock with the piercing green ones of a man, not any man though. The man from the joging tour the other day. The air buzzes so tough so that you could slice it with a sharp knife, the electricity between us is nearly touchable. I blush slightly but keep it proffessional, of course I do. After some time and helping him find the right colour, primer and utensils and acknowledging that his name is Mr.Oliver I check him out. With big confidence asks for my number. I look at him intrigued and accept his offer, he does not know it but there are smal butterflies flying around in my stomach. He turns to walk out the entrance door but turns around the last second, walks speedely up to the counter and me with such confidence that I blush hard. He asks me out and he says that it will be on friday and I answear as sweetly as I can "Yes sir", I feel my knees wobbling as he walks out and my heart racing. 

Why did I just say yes to go out with a stranger? I do not know. Did he just make my heart skip a weird beat by pinning me with his eyes? Yup. Do I have a dress for the date? No. Is it a date? Maybe. 

As my shift ends at 22:00 in the evening I walk home on cloud nine and as I get home I jump directly in the shower after nozzling my nose in Mr.Whiskers fur, he accepts it and purrs happily. The shower makes my day even better, the hot water washes away my nervosness over the date and as I get out of the water embraze my age related anxiety hits me. It is now that I realise and feel that my anxiety had left from the time Mr.Oliver came into the shop until now. Did his presence take away my anxiety...? I shake my head at the thought, how would a stranger do that. Granted he was behaving like a gentleman man who is really a gentlleman like that? I lugh at myself and walk into the kitchen to make myself a sandwhich with nutella on it, it tastes wonderful. Mr. Whiskers meows at me about his food bowl being empty and I fill it for him. "I should get you a self refilling one huh?" I ask him and he meows acceptingly to me with a cat wink. "Do you think that I should go on the date? Go and buy a dress and everything?" I ask Mr. Whiskers and he nods as if he understands what I just asked. I nod back at him, accepting defeat as I search my sisters contact. 

Me: Hey sis, sorry that I am texting this late. 

Viola: Hey Angela, what's up?

Me: I might have been asked out on a date and need to go shopping tomorrow. 

Viola: Ooo who is the guy? Can I come to shop with you? 

Me: "The guy" is a man who bought some painting materials in the store today hihi. Yes you can come that was what I was going to ask you. 

Viola: Hm, a little old school huh? 

Me: He even did a courtessy and kissed the back of my hand AND called me mam. 

Viola: What? How romantic!! 

Me: I know, so tomorrow at half one? 

Viola: Perfekt! See you then :) 

Me: See you then! :) 

After texting my sister sleep hits me and I go to bed, my dreams draging me into the daze of wonderful sleep with Mr. Whiskers cuddling right next to me in the bed. 

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I wake up to my alarm blaring out through my bedroom and as I look at the clock it is saying 12:00 in the middle of the day. A gasp leaves my body and I jump out of my bed and fix it before giving my cat his breakfast, weird he normally wakes me up when I miss his breakfast but apperently today we both slept in to long. Oh god I have to be at the mall in 30 minutes! I run towards the bathroom to brush my teeth, fix my make-up and continue with running into the kitchen and drinking a quick glass of milk before walking out of my apartment front door. Only to get weird looks by my neighbours who are in the stairwell, I look at myself and realise I just ran out of my apartment in my pyjamas. I turn back around, unlock my door and put on a simple short skirt and crop top which both hug my curves perfectly in the mirror. 

At the mall I end up waiting for my sister for fifteen extra minutes and when she finally arrives we hug and go into the mall to start our shopping spree until my phone vibrates. I pick it up and read the message to myself. 

Gabriel: Wear a forest green dress with a slit and matching high heels, on top you should wear a black jacket. 

My cheeks flush at the message but I am fast to reply. 

Me: At the mall right now, will try to find something. 

Gabriel: You will look stunning in it. 

My heart skips a beat and my face blushes even harder as I stare at his text annd look up at my sister who is grinning at me knowingly. She dose not need to say anything, I know what she is thiinking and she is right, I am already crushing on him. 

As we are shopping my hopes go down on finding the perfect dress in my size, now I am beatifull but as a plus size woman with curves it is very hard to find a flattering dress in the right colour. As I am starting to get frustrated my sister comes around the corner of the dressing room and shows me a beatifull forest green dress with a slight slit. I look at it stunned and then at her and she nods in responce, my big sister Viola was a genius at finding clothes. As I try the dress on it to look myself in the mirror a gasp leaves my throat, I look amazing in this and the shoes we had choosen earlier are perfekt together with my black jacket. I walk out of the changing room so that my sister can give me feedback on the dress which consists of her smiling from ear to ear and gasping as she sees me. A  smile forms on my lips from her reaction and we nod acceptingly towards each other. I go back into the changing room and put on some other outfits choosen by Viola, in the end we buy all of them. 

After buying clothes we go to the drive through of Mc - Donalds, we get ourselves some food and then eat in the car which is my sisters red volvo v70. Viola chews her chicken nuggets loudly and I laugh at her concentrating face whilst she is counting her chews silently. She looks at me, then bursts out laughing to which makes me only laugh more. Chicken nuggets with curry and garlic dip are the best together with some fried sweet potato sticks. We mhm in syncronisation as the next chicken nuggets get chewed. We laugh together again and she asks me for pictures of my "mystery man" as she calls him, so I text him. 

Me: Hi. 

Gabriel: Hello mam. 

Me: Again call me Angela instead of mam sir ;) I have a question...

Gabriel: okay Angela, what is your question?

Me: So my sister and I were talking and we realised that I have no pictures of you. Might sending some? ;). 

Gabriel: I see... so you have been talking about me...

I blush at his statement and my sister gives me a confused look until I explain why I blushed, to no wonder she bursts out laughing. I blush even harder when he sends a picture of him in suit. 

Me: Of course, I have to tell her who you are in case you are a kidnapper. 

Gabriel: Good reasoning, was that picture alright?

I swallow hard and answear him. 

Me: Yes thank you :). 

I swallow hard and show the picture of my "mystery man" to Viola and she squeals straight out. "Oh. My. God. He is perfect for you!!" she squeals. "I havent really talked to him yet sis, I do not know about him being perfect but he does look nice dosent he?" I answear and as a response I get an eye roll from my sister and we burst out laughing again.