Offer you want to refuse

Shara invited me to come to her place to have dinner. 

       With her and her parents. I was shocked, but I said yes for some reason. Probably because of how unexpected it was, I said the first thing that came to my mind. Only now, a few hours later I am starting to realize what it entails, what I will have to go through. I don't think it's common to invite someone to their home after being friends just for a couple of weeks or so.

       I don't think it can be an absolute disaster. She doesn't look like someone who doesn't care for herself and her surroundings. And if you invite someone to come to your house, you will try your hardest to make the guest have a good time. At least I would try. Well, I will use this evening to prepare myself for tomorrow.

       I woke up with a headache and feeling weak in general. Not sick, more like when you had a bad sleep. I don't get it; I had no issue with falling asleep and I wake up feeling like this. I hope it will get better as the day goes on. It's a dinner, so I have basically a full day ahead of me.

       What will I do? I don't feel like doing anything, to be honest. It struck my mind that I probably should find something more fitting to wear than what I usually have. I don't have a suit or anything like that thought. I don't think I have to be that formal. I'll take something that looks good. I'm not going to overthink this.

       The time to go was getting close. I am not actually nervous at all. Why would I be? I hope the food will be something I like. I haven't eaten today to be ready for whatever is waiting for me. I still feel weird about this whole situation, though. I can't lie; it was very sudden, and I can't help but keep thinking about it. Is there something more to this?

       It's probably better not to think about it and just go. I don't want to be late. When I was heading there, I wasn't thinking about anything. I tried not to. I was walking, feeling like I am doing something I should not. I just now realized how far away her house is.

       It took me a good 30 minutes to get there. This is definitely the house. The number matches. I stood there for a minute, but I knew I have to ring eventually. At last, I pressed the button.