Hours passed, the shift dragged, but eventually, 5:30 hit. It was finally quitting time. Clover sent Danny her address, and that was all the motivation he needed to start hustling back to his house, take a shower, get dressed, and see if this morning was just some fluke or if he really WAS the luckiest guy in the world. He made sure he looked casual, but presentable, with black jeans and a light blue collared shirt-top button left alone, obviously. He walked up to the door, three light knocks to let Clover know that he was here. When he opened the door, he awestruck with how incredible she looked-beige crop top that was decently lowcut, hair tied up in a ponytail with hoop earrings, and olive jeans that hugged every curve with some dark brown shoes to go along with it all. She looked like a model, but with the face of a young girl being asked to a dance. If she was gorgeous at the office, she was a certified knockout now.
"Wow. Uh, hey, Clover," said Danny, caught in a daze.
"Hey, Danny," she giggled sweetly. Even her laugh was heaven sent. He found himself staring at her like an idiot before she asked, "Soooo, ya ready to go??"
Danny snapped out of his lust-induced stupor after a few minutes.
"Y-yeah, sure, let's go!," he said, walking to the car with her. He made sure to go to the passenger side and open the door for her. After all, all the ladies love a gentleman! Once she was in, he got around to the driver's side, closing the door as he asked, "Quick question, you're not a cigarette smoker, are you?"
"Me? No, Never," Clover answered, almost sounding shocked at the very notion. "Why? Are you?"
"Not at all, I just like to ask anyone who gets in my car for the first time. The windows don't work right now, but I'm getting them fixed on my next day off," he explained.
Danny started to pull out of her driveway and head towards the bar. Clover lived about 20 minutes away from work, so they had some time before they would get to there.
"Ya know, I spent my first day telling you about myself, but I don't think I learned a single thing about you," she brought up suddenly. Danny glanced briefly over towards her before putting his eyes back on the road and replying, "Maybe I just like that air of mystery."
"Better than the air that poor girl in the bathroom had to breathe," she said before making herself laugh. Danny found it kind of odd that she went from embarrassed to cracking joke about that ferocious flatulence, but he laughed along anyway.
"But seriously," she continued, "I don't know anything about you besides your funny name. What about your hobbies? Dreams? Secrets, maybe?"
Danny's eyes must've nearly popped out of his head because at that moment, Clover said, "Ohp, definitely some secrets there. I'm not gonna actually ask you any of those, though, that would be terrible!" She laughed a bit more while Danny had to prevent himself from nervously (and audibly) exhaling with relief. She might be his dream girl, so he'd rather not have this be the first and only time they hangout- and that's not even getting into her potentially telling everyone about his nasty fetish.
"Well, I AM a big sports fan- I never actually played, but basketball is probably my favorite sport to wat-"
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