Tom sat at his kitchen table, running his hand through his hair as he drank a cup of coffee, he couldn't believe he had called Soraya's name the night before.  Why did she keep having this effect on him ? He finished up his coffee and went upstair to take a shower.
When he got out the shower he heard the doorbell ring and he grabbed the nearest towel, wrapping it around his waist, before heading downstairs to answer the door, as he looked out the peephole, he was very surprised to see Soraya on his doorstep.
He opened the door quickly, not thinking about his lack of clothing, trying to sound relaxed. "Soraya hi, what's up ?"
He watched as her eyes scanned down his chest to his stomach and he gave her a small smirk, which she ignored. "I just wanted to apologise for yesterday afternoon, I was shocked seeing you here and I was kind of a bitch".
"It's okay darling, I might have been very much surprised too and well I guess I was a bit of a jerk, so sorry". He said, feeling kind of relieved that they are talking.
She flashed him that beautiful smile, the one that made his legs want to buckle. "So I guess we are neighbours now, so what about friends ?"
"Sure, friends sounds good". He said, knowing that what he really want is so much more, but friends have to be a start.
She still looked tired and she was scratching her arm and neck as she spoke, she seemed kind of aggitated, having a hard time standing still. "Great, well I better get going, I kind of have a date".
"Oh a date, like a date date ?" He didn't manage to stop himself from asking, and he felt his heart sink, maybe everything really were lost.
She sent him a small bemused smirk. "Yeah like a date date, you know like you were on yesterday, except for that we are eating in".
"Oh well have a nice evening then I say". Watching her turn and walk away, swaying those lovely hips in a way that made him bite his lip, calling over her shoulder. "Thank you and see you around".

After dinner Soraya and her date sat in the garden, sipping some wine, her date Dean had been nice enough, but he isn't really her type, and it was quite clear how he wanted the evening to end, and she was trying to find a way out, without being a bitch.
"What do you say we continue this a bit more private ?" He asked, running his hand up her thigh, making her jump up, luckily the doorbell rang just then.
She sent him an apologetic smile and said. "Sorry I just have to go open the door".  She hurried inside and opened, surpriced to find Tom on her doorstep.
Her having a date had been driving Tom crazy and the thought that she might sleep with the guy even more, he knew he were having double standarts, but it made him insane thinking about it, and he ended up standing on her doorstep, not really knowing why he was there.
"Hi Tom, what are you doing here ?" She looked confused. She was wearing jeans shorts with some flowery things on the front and a purple loose top, looking absolute adorable, her hair hanging loose around her face.
He tried to think up an excuse, not sounding to dump. "Uhh I .. Well I was thinking if you had some eggs I could borrow ?"
"Eggs ? You need eggs ?" She looked at him like he had totally lost his marbles. Fuck Tom what have you gotten yourself into ? He thought to himself.
He sent her his very sweetest smile and said. "Yeah I kind of wanted pancakes and realised I didn't have any eggs, so I though you might have some".
"Come on in, and I will get you some eggs". He followed her into the kitchen, looking around, not knowing what to do or say.
Some guy walked into the kitchen. He was wearing jeans and a black tank top, it had to be her date. He had big earrings and a pierced lip, and his arms and what Tom could see of his body was filled with tattoos, he was probably some rock star.
"Hey babe, what's up ?" He said plasing his hand on Soraya's waist, and Tom instantly felt like knocking his teeths out, though he wasn't sure he could. That guy looked like he spend a lot of time in the gym.
  "Just helping my neighbour with some eggs, oh where's my manners, Tom this is Dean, Dean this is Tom". Both men were clearly eyeing each other, but when Tom held out his hand, Dean ignored the gesture and an awkward silence fell over the room.
Tom and Dean was literally staring holes in each other, and after a short while Dean gave in first. "Well, it is getting late babe, so maybe we should just call it a night".
Actually she felt relieved and there most definately wouldn't be a second date. Before she could speak up; Tom butted in, saying with a sugar sweet voice. "Oh, what a shame that he has to leave, right babe ?"
"Okay Dean, I'll walk you out and Tom you can show yourself out". She followed Dean out to the car, turning her head when he tried to kiss her on the lips, and waving as he drove of.
As she walked back inside, her attention turned to the infuriating man still standing in her kitchen. She might have wanted the date over, but not by his doing and she just couldn't talk to him right then. "Tom get lost and better be fast about it".
"Yeah okay, see you tomorrow". At least he had the decency to look slightly embarrassed and hurried out, sending her a small apologetic smile.