Hugo pushed open the door to Lisa's room with all the confidence of a man who was about to conquer the world. His heart was hammering like a drum solo at a rock concert.
He was so nervous he felt like he had taken three ice baths. He was drenched in the cold sweat of fear.
This was it—the moment of truth. Or, at least, it would've been if he hadn't immediately realised one tiny, very important detail:
"Oh crap, I didn't knock," he whispered, freezing mid-step. His eyes went wide with panic. Of all the ways to start, it just had to be the worst one!
"I just barged in. Like some kind of… Oh no. Oh no no no. She's gonna think I'm a perv! Or worse—a creep! Or worse worse—a serial room barger-inner! Is that a thing? That's totally a thing."
His sweaty hand gripped the door handle, his brain doing mental backflips. Should he leave? Pretend this never happened?
