Who: Anya (The Kanga) and TJ (The Tigger) What: Dinner proceedings When: Friday night Where: 100 Acre Hood and beyond
The door closed with a whump as Anya drew her keys from her pocket, her mind fully made up. Of the familiar faces in her dorm, TJ's chipper smile had come springing to mind when she had earlier contemplated asking someone to walk to dinner with her. Maybe because TJ just plain looked like he needed to eat or maybe more simply, because she liked the way he smiled. Either way, she had made up her mind and in doing so, she believed, absolved herself of any nerves. Her stomach certainly felt butterfly-free.
The lock on her door always confounded her and she stood for a moment, twisting it aimlessly in the lock and waiting for the tell-tale click of victory. It became an opportunity to give herself a once-over, as if her jeans and t-shirt might have sprouted stains or tears in the long and perilous journey through the door. The lock clicked its condescension to bend to her will and she smoothed a hand over her jeans as she withdrew the key, dropping it back in the pocket of her unzipped windbreaker, which fell well below her waist in its protective excess.
It took her only a few steps to reach TJ's door and she knocked, brushing a few stray bits of hair out of her face. Anya waited quietly for him to open it, unaware that a very faint blush of anxiety colored her cheeks.