When I got to the pub, I looked around but couldn’t see Steve anywhere, so I grabbed a drink and went and sat at one of the tables and flicked through the menu absent mindedly, nervously glancing around to see if I could spot him. After a couple of minutes, however, Steve walked in through the door - by himself. Looking around, he noticed me and headed straight over. He looked good in real life - taller than me, a bit heavy set but I didn’t mind at all.
“Hi Ben, nice to meet you in person”
“Yeah same, really nice. Want a drink?”
“Nah you’re alright, I’ll just wait”
We made some small talk whilst I drank my drink. I could see Steve looking me up and down, and was very conscious of the fishnets which I knew would be showing between my jeans and shoes. After about 10 minutes when I’d finished my drink, Steve said:
“Shall we head off then? Chris is waiting back at the flat for you”
I was a bit taken aback as I’d though Chris would also be meeting us at the pub - apart from his age (he was 41), I didn’t know anything about him, having not even seen a picture. I hesitated, then nervously I replied
“Ok sure, how far is it?”
“Just a 5 minute walk - don’t worry, it won’t take long”
We walked along a few streets before arriving at a door leading into an apartment building. As we walked up the stairs to the first floor flat, my heart was thumping and my mouth was dry. Arriving at the front door, Steve took out his keys and opened it, motioned to me to head inside and then, following me in, turned and shut the door behind him.
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