"Just relax, Delango, just relax," the tentacled monster tells himself as he makes his way the door. He stops at the door, using a tentacle to smooth out his fur. "Just remember, she's just as nervous about meeting you as you are about meeting her."
Not likely, a little voice in Delango's head replied. Delango had to agree with the little voice. All the pictures on his date's profile were very tasteful, but it was still obvious that Delango's date was absolutely gorgeous. And she certainly filled out that cheerleading uniform in one of her photos very, very nicely.
The little voice in Delango's head told him that this was all a mistake, that Nataly undoubtedly meant to left swipe him instead of right swiping him.
He had texted Nataly just a few minutes ago that he was almost there. But now he was at her doorstep, and all he wanted to do was leave before it was too late.
Delango took a deep breath, reached out a tentacle tip for the doorbell and
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