first date

the first date was simple. paul baker, billie, issa, and anton were out of the house. samir semi-cleaned the dining table and the living room. he spent extra time doing his hair, putting on a good outfit. one you would hopefully think is sexy.

samir texted the group chat in hopes they wouldn’t end up walking in on his precious moment. he ordered pasta to the house and dirtied pans to make it look like he cooked.

he debated shaving or not but initially just forgot about it before making a decision. he was too busy.

he hid everything that would freak him out during the date like his family pictures or anything from the other roommates.

samir made sure to spray extra cologne around the areas he thought you would spent much time in. in the house and on his body. he brushed his teeth like 8 times in case you guys started to make out.

tinder samir was supposed to be nonchalant and ‘cool’. samir was not that. but he could pretend he was. he found some film he liked, not too nerdy, and put it in his notes app so he wouldn’t forget.

the only thing samir forgot to notice was that he wouldn’t be able to hide his attraction to you. just looking at your pictures gets him hard, and you’re coming to his house? his childhood home where he lives? he’s done for.

the doorbell rings, you’re here. samir quickly gets up and does a quick check to see if everything is perfect before opening the door, “hi, you must be {{user}}? i’m samir.” he puts out his hand to shake. his heart practically explodes when he sees you. you were better than the pictures. he’s done for, he is so fucking done for.