How am I supposed to breathe with no air? [:caliece]

Lennon couldn't believe his luck. Caliece was coming over to visit. That meant he had to clean, well, a little at least; his apartment was rather tidy apart from his work desk. He raised his wand and papers began to rise and fly in an orderly fashion back into place. He was so nervous. Caliece had become  a close friend of his over the past several months and he thought he might as well have her over. It was a rather small place but it was his and he wanted to share it with her. He was quite fond of the girl, and her ability to make him smile when he was down or her magic that made him want to leave the house even when sometimes he did not want to do such a thing.

He would make her tea, and they would discuss the latest newspaper columns and -- no, he didn't want to get his expectations in a row without even seeing her or her setting foot inside his door. He wanted to be relaxed when she did come and let it flow naturally. Lennon was one to put everything in an order, make schedules, and organize but he wasn't going to let him organize her.

Just as he sat down on his sofa, he heard a quick rap on the door and he quickly bolted to the door and checked the outside, it was her of course. Smiling at himself, he opened the door and let her inside. "Good evening, how was the journey here?" he asked immediately. 'You look lovely." he added, even though he barely was breathing at the very moment. She truly was lovely, though. He stared at her with the most passion in his eyes, but it came off as warm and comforting rather than creepy and weird.

Butterflies, nerves are frayed, feeling of throwing up, it was all familiar to Caliece Mae Raymond. She had these feelings several times in her life, but this time it was different. It was adult feelings, it wasn't a teenage girl to a teenage boy, or a girl to a Hogwarts student. No, it was Caliece and Lennon, he was extremely sweet. He made her laugh, he made her feel beautiful and they hadn't even determined what they were yet. Friends, it was the 'label' if one was really looking for something to call them. But every time she saw him she felt the butterflies, the warm feeling in her gut. It was different with Lennon, he was the man in her life that made her feel like a grown woman.

She tossed several outfits aside, jeans, sweaters, hats, high heels. How was she supposed to dress to go to his apartment. She had only ever been to one boys apartment and that wasn't a man like Lennon. None of it seemed right, then she took in a deep breath and realized that he liked her for her. So she wasn't going to be anyone else, she reached into her closet and pulled out a red dress and slipped it over her slender frame. Afterwards she pulled stockings up her and stepped into the flat bottom shoes before walking out of her house. Her wand was strapped on the inside of her thigh and she put on a smile as she made her way through London after aparating.

Tap, tap, tap. She wrapped on the door and took a few steps backwards. She could hear the faint sound of footsteps as they came towards the door. When the knob turned she ran her hand down her hair before taking in a deep breath. She bit her red painted lip and smiled as he opened the door. "Hello, Lennon. You look very handsome." She grinned and sort looked down at her shoes before looking back up at him.