Richard couldn't help but incessantly glance at his wristwatch, the intervals between each look growing shorter as anticipation bubbled within him. Today was the day – a casual dinner with Sara, something that had seemed simple in theory but now felt monumental. Since the moment she had agreed, his mind had been in overdrive, replaying potential scenarios and interactions, each more elaborate than the last.
Should he play it cool, greeting her with a suave smile and a nonchalant nod? Or perhaps, should he opt for a more genuine approach, wearing his heart on his sleeve? The quandary of how to navigate this interaction left him second-guessing his every hypothetical move.
