WHO: Armaan Khatri, Patience WHEN: Thursday evening WHERE: The MEAN STREETS (or just a footpath) and then Armaan, Avery and Lyra's place WHAT: Some chats and Armaan wanting kisses real bad. Maybe some kisses. WARNINGS: I highly doubt it, yo, this is Patience. He aint gonna do it for ages.
It was their third date and it had gone really well. Armaan felt butterflies in his belly every time he thought of Freddie, and the feeling was so new and wonderful and he was so happy about all of it. He got to see Freddie every morning at their coffee house, even if only for a few minutes, and it was always the best part of his day. Armaan texted the other man quite often, and they had just been out to dinner and had just a nice time enjoying each other's company.
Armaan was pretty sure he was falling for Freddie. This was the first time he had ever tried the slow and steady thing, and it seemed to be working.
He reached out to tangle his fingers in Freddie's as they walked away from the restaurant and towards Armaan's. "That was such a nice dinner," Armaan said, grinning over at Freddie. "Though the company was even better."