He bit the back of his knuckle, thinking, nervous, decisions being made that might, no that would surely impact the rest of his life. “T…tomorrow.” He repeated the word as though saying it again would give him courage. “Tomorrow. “he nodded. “Or this weekend.” A backdoor in his promise just in case nerves took the reigns again.
“I’d, yes, it’d be interesting, I’d…yes.” He nodded slightly. “I’ll um…I’ll see you then.”
