Adrian Peterson, an average looking guy, with an average looking apartment in an average looking city. There is only one thing not very average about this guy like he seems to be. That thing, is that he is probably one of the wimpiest people you will meet in the run of your normal day. He flinches even if someone flicks at him from far away, and when he gets robbed... he leaves the room and waits in the stairwell. Afraid that if he calls the cops, or reports anything. That he will be shot or something. While this may be a valid point, there is no point to pretending like it never happened to someone who clearly saw it go down. His apartment neighbor is one of those people.<br/><br/>There is one thing though, that gives this man courage to do anything. One thing that lets him be who he wants to be. This thing, is talking to a girl he is really, really interested in over the computer. Adrian looks uncertainly at the message he is typing.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">"Dear Serina,<br/><br/> We have been talking for a long time over the computer.<br/>I know that I have never had the courage to really ask you before...<br/>but I would be delighted if you could meet me at a coffee shop this afternoon.<br/>If I am honest, I am scared to meet you in person. <br/>Someone like me really has no chance on a date, but I am worried.<br/>If we do not meet soon, I feel like our connection might take a wrong turn.<br/>I guess what I am trying to say, is that I would really love it-<br/>-If, at this Coffee shop we could meet and go somewhere for a Date.<br/><br/>Sincerely: Adrian"</div><br/><br/>Adrian sighs, looking at the cancel button on the bottom of the message. "I don't think this is a good idea," he murmured. His mouse now moving for the Cancel. Suddenly though, he felt a vibration on his leg. He jumped in a startled manner, accidentally clicking the mouse and hitting the "Send" button instead. Grabbing what he realized was his phone, he slowly looked to the screen and saw that the message was sending. His eyes widened, the young man getting up to his knees on the bed and planting both hands on the sides of his head. "No-no oh, no no no this is not good--" he kept repeating over and over again. He looked closely at the message box, waiting for something to pop up in there. "As soon as I am rejected I will just apologize and hope that she can realize I never meant to do that, maybe- just maybe she will not hold it against me..." he assured himself while trailing off mid-speech.<br/><br/>The young man clearly had no thoughts that she would say yes. His self-esteem still at an all time low like it always has been.