He couldn't remember ever being so nervous. He'd ended up freezing his milk that morning into a large chunk of milk-cub and broke his shoe laces a few times by making them to brittle with cold before they snapped. Finally he managed to dress himself with little trouble (black jeans, a dark blue turtleneck, gray converse) and grabbed his wallet before going out onto to the cold streets of town. He caught the bus quickly and road to the school, calming himself down all the while, not wanting to cause to a snow storm from nerves.
It's not like Davan and he hadn't kissed and done the other most obvious couple-like things. It was just that the very official word 'date' was on this outing. Movie and a meal. It should be easy. Should be- but this was Nikolai Petrovich Lermov- things always went wrong.