After knocking on the door, Terry shoved his hands in his pockets, hoping they weren't sweating embarrassingly with how nervous he was. How disgusting would that be? He wasn't sure why he was so nervous -- after all, they'd had tea before. Perhaps it was because this time it was at her flat and not out in public. Terry wondered if this counted as a date, and decided that even if Mandy didn't think so, he was counting it as one. Removing one hand from his pocket, he was in the process of straightening his shirt when the door opened.