FireFoxPrince

Peering into the bathroom mirror, [Name] buttoned his shirt, smoothed down his collar, and checked to make sure there wasn't anything in his teeth. When he finished with that, he looked down to see if his pants were properly zipped and buttoned up. They were. "I'm worrying over nothing," he said quietly to his reflection. "I'm fine. I look fine." He bit his bottom lip, his reassurances doing nothing to ease the gnawing anxiety that made his stomach churn. After all, there were so many, many things that could go wrong tonight. For instance [Name] could talk, chew, or laugh too loudly, irritating his companion. He could also talk too much, lea