The wait was finally over, but the anticipation was as persistent as ever. In fact, the air was thick with it. Though that may have been something else; much less pleasant. Chase used that awkward moment when someone first lets you in a house to pull out his inhaler. He deeply breathed in twice, as he used it, and instantly began to get control of his breath.
His nerves, on the other hand, were still very much out of control. The Sad Girl's house wasn't what he was expecting, it wasn't a house at all, but at least she seemed to be the one from the pictures. The light in the kitchen only managed to illuminate the front of the trailer, and his eyes made a futile attempt at adjusting to the living room area as he took a look around him.
“Are you cold still?” her voice startled him, though he wasn't sure why.
“Hmm, sorry, what?” he said as he turned to take a look at her.
“Your hands are shaking.” she pointed at them while walking past him towards the darkness of the other room. “Still, I guess.”
He hadn't realized it, but he was indeed shaking. It wasn't so much that he was cold, which he was of course, but rather that he war far more nervous than he had anticipated being. For weeks, he had been fantasizing and romanticizing meeting this girl, but it could never prepare him for just how he would feel following through with it. Live for the moment. Enjoy it. With that thought, he followed her into the living room and she gestured for him to have a seat on the couch next to her.