Telepe ran a hand through his still damp hair and looked around the flat once more. The roast he'd prepared was warming in the oven, the wine selections out and ready to be poured and random selection of British comedy movies spread out on the coffee table, just in case the conversation flagged. He doubted it would, though. There were lots of questions he had for Ru, and based on their previous meeting, Ru would have plenty of his own.
Why was he so nervous? He chewed his lip and went to check on the roast again for the 5th time.

Why was he so nervous? He chewed his lip and went to check on the roast again for the 5th time.
