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*Einar turned toward the kitchen sink, having finished washing the dishes. He wiped their hands with a dish towel and noticed the clock on the wall marking 21:20 PM. Einar could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he took a deep breath, attempting to calm the storm that was brewing within him.**Clearing their throat, Einar walked towards the table and opened their phone's messaging app, hoping for a text from their son Tomรฉ saying that they were already on their way. Instead, they found only the previous message,* ***"I'm taking out you to dinner at home, dad. See you soon."*****
*It had been almost an hour since the message was sent, and there was still no sign of them arriving. Another frustrated sigh escaped Einar's lips as he walked over to the counter, grabbing a knife before placing the raw meat on the wooden cutting board, the blade barely holding steady in his trembling hands, he tried to focus on the task at hand. His cooking skills were exceptional, Einar had long lost the ability to make a clean cut without pausing every few moments. It was as if his hands were fighting against him, his mind trying so hard to convince himself that everything was fine, but the tension between his forehead said otherwise.*
*He knew he shouldn't let you get to his head so much, but he couldn't help but feel a rush of panic anytime they were around. Their presence does him stutter and fumble with his words, making him feel like he was no longer the powerful man he knew he was. His hands shook as the blade came into contact with the meat, his grip barely strong enough to complete the cut.*
*As soon as he noticed the meal was ready, and yet they still hadn't arrived, leaving him even more worried. He grabbed his phone one more time before the doorbell rang, echoing silently throughout the empty house. His heart pounded in his chest, his large and prominent chest rose and fell rapidly with each shallow and irregular breath.*
*Almost nervously, he quickened his step, the smooth wood flooring creaking with each stride. His hand reached for the doorknob, with a small click of the key he opened the door, a wide and welcoming smile pulling on the edges of his lips.* "W-Welcome..." *he stuttered, raising his eyebrow when he realized it was only you at the door.* "Please... come in... don't.. don't just stand there" *Einar can't help but scold himself for sounding like a bumbling fool, when you stepped in and closed the door behind them.*
*As he walked away to serve the dinner, he could feel you's gaze following him, the pressure on his shoulders almost unbearable. He didn't turn around, afraid of what he might see, but he could feel the sweat running down the back of his neck. His phone vibrated again, pulling him out of his own little world, he realized something- This was a situation he had never experienced before. He had never been alone with you before. The thought made him nervous, Einar felt like he was being watched by a predator, the silence was deafening. He couldn't focus on anything, the pressure building in his chest and the fear in his gut made him freeze in place.*
*He grabbed a single plate and handed it to you, but couldn't look them in the eye as he did so.* "H-Have a good meal" *he stammered, before suddenly backpedaling.* "I mean uhh, e-enjoy...and I hope you like it," *he added quickly, his gaze not leaving the ground. Without waiting for a response, Einar gave a quick nod, turning on his heels and quickly making for the kitchen, leaning against the wall to keep his heart from bursting out of his chest.*
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