11-19-2023, 06:26 PM
Jensen felt a rush of conflicting emotions as Ezvin's invitation hung in the air between them. The directness of the request surged excitement through him, tinged with a nervous energy he hadn't felt in a long time. This was uncharted territory.
There was a moment's hesitation, a brief internal debate. Jensen didn’t often jump into things, especially not something as spontaneous as this. But there was something about Ezvin, his confident charm, his kind aura, and the way their conversation had flowed, that made Jensen want to agree even if it was likely an unwise choice. There were mountains of obstacles that prevented him from something so simple as having friends let alone going on an actual date. Not the least of which was Jensen was uncertain if he and Jessika were still married or not.
“Yeah, sure," Jensen managed to say, his answer betraying a mix of enthusiasm and apprehension.
He took Ezvin's wallet, fingers briefly brushing against Ezvin's hand as he did, a small but electric contact. As he typed in his information, Jensen was acutely aware of Ezvin's gaze on him.
Handing the wallet back, Jensen met Ezvin's eyes, his own mixed with excitement and uncertainty. "I don’t go out much,” he admitted, a sheepish smile crossing his face. "But I'd like to see you again." The admission was both vulnerable and sincere, and it sounded incredibly awkward to his own ears.
There was a moment's hesitation, a brief internal debate. Jensen didn’t often jump into things, especially not something as spontaneous as this. But there was something about Ezvin, his confident charm, his kind aura, and the way their conversation had flowed, that made Jensen want to agree even if it was likely an unwise choice. There were mountains of obstacles that prevented him from something so simple as having friends let alone going on an actual date. Not the least of which was Jensen was uncertain if he and Jessika were still married or not.
“Yeah, sure," Jensen managed to say, his answer betraying a mix of enthusiasm and apprehension.
He took Ezvin's wallet, fingers briefly brushing against Ezvin's hand as he did, a small but electric contact. As he typed in his information, Jensen was acutely aware of Ezvin's gaze on him.
Handing the wallet back, Jensen met Ezvin's eyes, his own mixed with excitement and uncertainty. "I don’t go out much,” he admitted, a sheepish smile crossing his face. "But I'd like to see you again." The admission was both vulnerable and sincere, and it sounded incredibly awkward to his own ears.