romamaro
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Otto quickly put the phone back on the wall and then rushed out to the front, pushing down his nerves to talk to the girl who had come in. She wanted a tattoo to commemorate her love for music. His mind fizzing with energy, he drew what he thought was best and she quite liked it. She booked an appointment for two weeks ahead and Otto was left with his fizzing head again.
He got off at ten past five and drove home pretty quick. Though usually he would dedicate a little while to practicing designing, he had bigger fish to fry. He jumped in for a quick shower, came out and dressed into a pair of black trousers and a grey button-down shirt. Smart casual, that was probably what you call it.
For the distance between their houses, fifteen minutes to was probably a suitable time to leave. He slipped his Nokia 6110 into his front pocket and his wallet and keys into his back, and went out to his car.
The silver Vauxhall Corsa arrived at the apartment, a bouquet of flowers in the passenger seat. There was still five minutes until seven, so Otto gave himself some time to chill. He needed to look cool, not nervous. He ran a hand through his curly hair, wondering if he should have straightened it or something like that. He shook his head and sighed. It was too late now. He checked his watch again, and decided to head out. He scooped up the flowers and got out the car, walking up to the door. He pressed the doorbell for Laila's room and waited, nervously switching his weight from one foot to the next.
He got off at ten past five and drove home pretty quick. Though usually he would dedicate a little while to practicing designing, he had bigger fish to fry. He jumped in for a quick shower, came out and dressed into a pair of black trousers and a grey button-down shirt. Smart casual, that was probably what you call it.
For the distance between their houses, fifteen minutes to was probably a suitable time to leave. He slipped his Nokia 6110 into his front pocket and his wallet and keys into his back, and went out to his car.
The silver Vauxhall Corsa arrived at the apartment, a bouquet of flowers in the passenger seat. There was still five minutes until seven, so Otto gave himself some time to chill. He needed to look cool, not nervous. He ran a hand through his curly hair, wondering if he should have straightened it or something like that. He shook his head and sighed. It was too late now. He checked his watch again, and decided to head out. He scooped up the flowers and got out the car, walking up to the door. He pressed the doorbell for Laila's room and waited, nervously switching his weight from one foot to the next.