There’s this really sweet guy at work, who most of the girls like. He’s not really my type at all, but I won’t deny he’s something special.
Although I look hideous in my uniform, he somehow mustered up the courage to ask me out to dinner. For a “stress-free night we’re both entitled to”.
Now that’s something sweet.
I’m going to go, and I’m going to enjoy myself.
After all, I deserve it.
