For onlythingthatmatters

Peter was nervous. Not “going to be sick” nervous, at least not mostly. Instead he was more “bouncing all around” nervous and and to keep taking deep breaths to calm himself. It seemed okay to be a little excited considering what was going to happen though but he knew that there was a risk that he might get too carried away. He had a tendency to do that.

But he was here now, outside Evan’s door and ready for whatever would happen. He was trying not to have too many expectations about things though. He’d dressed casual, jeans and a black t-shirt with his backpack in his hand. The backpack might have seemed weird but he had his suit in it just in case and a toothbrush and a few other things as well. Taking a deep breath he knocked on the door.