This was his mother’s idea. She knew the girl from work, or maybe from one of the classes she took at the community centre, he couldn’t remember.
He guessed it didn’t really matter as he climbed the stair of her apartment building.
She’d buzzed him in and apologized the elevator wasn’t working. So he walked up to the fifth floor, arguing about this whole idea, almost thirty and getting set up by his mom. That had to be a strike against him.
His heart thumped heavily, and he wasn’t sure if it was nerves or exertion.