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across the road.
    The day ended up being much better than I could have hoped for and I was already planning what the two of us could do together for our first date. Life was looking up.

Chapter Five
    Troy
    It'd been a few days since Adam and I had met in the café, and I was buzzing with nerves, almost convincing myself that he just wouldn't call. I sat in my favorite armchair in front of the TV, holding a cup of hot chocolate and trying to enjoy my late evening while considering heading to bed.
    The feeling of uncertainty painted everything both his willingness to spend time with me as well as his obvious infatuation. Was the decision to give him a chance the right one? How could it be when I was so damaged and insecure? If nothing else, I was at least aware of my flaws. I snorted and then startled as my phone rang, almost dropping my cup.
    I reached for it with the cup in my hand then thought better of it and placed the hot chocolate on the table before taking my phone with a shaking hand.
    I didn’t know the number, but I figured it was Adam calling. It was too late to be work related and just about the right time for Adam to set up our date. I shook my head in disbelief just thinking about it before taking one last deep breath and answering the phone.
    "Hello," I said hesitantly.
    "Hello, Troy? Is that you?" Sounded a voice not as confident as I'd come to expect from Adam.
    "Yeah, it's me. I was wondering when you would call," I added, leaning back in my chair.
    I could hear a whoosh of air over the line before Adam chuckled softly. "I was busy, and it took a bit of courage, I admit. Are you free Saturday?"
    It wasn't like I had a booming social life. "Sure. What time?"
    "Meet me at six in front of Regal and we'll catch a show. Maybe after, we could go to dinner, too," Adam said.
    "That works. I guess I'll see you there." On the other hand, my knee was jiggling as if I was waiting for the end of the world, and I found it commendable how I could still keep my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. It must have come from the years of pretending how assholes' opinions didn't affect me.
    "Great. We'll have fun. Sweet dreams," Adam whispered before hanging up. I held the phone for a while still, too terrified and excited about what I'd just gotten myself into.
    *~*~*
    Despite most of my clothes looking the same, I did my best to appear composed, confident, and passable in good company. Without a pair of jeans in my closet, I decided on black slacks and a light gray sweater with matching penny loafers. I threw on my wool trench jacket and stood there for a few minutes debating if I should take the scarf or not. It wasn't that cold but I had on a v-cut sweater and my neck was exposed. A cab honking for me outside the building decided for me, and I rushed outside, barely remembering to lock the door.
    I was almost trembling in anticipation by the time I reached the theater and I know I over tipped the cab driver, but my mind was already on Adam. I looked around for him but didn't see him anywhere. It wasn't like there were a lot of people out front so he must have been late. I checked my watch only to realize I was five minutes late. He should have been there.
    I passed a guy waiting in the front, intending to go inside in case Adam was waiting there when the man started laughing. I glanced around and he was obviously laughing at me so I took a better look at him. He was somewhat familiar but I couldn't place him anywhere. Just around the eyes: warmth and mischief and something else. At least I knew he wasn't one of the kids who used to bully me. Just that had me relaxing a fraction as I tilted my head and waited for an explanation.
    "You seriously don't recognize me?" the guy asked, and I did know his voice, but the face… And that was when it came to me. He'd shaved off his beard and his hair and dear God.
    I must have gaped at him for a long while because eventually he reached and pushed my chin up, closing my mouth.
    "I