Robbie was good at finding fault in everything he did. At least he didn't dwell on his clothing too much - he had swept his dark hair back, pulled on a pair of jeans, a nice pair of black shoes, a black casual button up and a black leather jacket. He was fresh from the shower and smelled nice, and did not feel stuffy in his clothes. That had to be good, right?
He looked at the time in his wrist watch again and sighed. Just a minute or two late - because he had been standing behind her door wondering if he should just go home and make up an excuse, or just throw the stupid flowers away before he'd make a fool of himself - he finally knocked on her door hoping for the best.