Stunning, he says, and she flushes that sweet, Coldblood berry instantly as her smile stretches out and her heart skips a single beat. She hadn't been certain of herself, and has never been the kind of woman to pay much attention to what she wears; it's never really mattered. Until now, that is. She wants him to look at her; to see her trying.
"You don't look so bad yourself," she tells him, a huskiness to her voice, as she looks him over with a look that's so clearly flirtatious and approving. He emanates drama and class. A dreaminess, "You look good in that shade of blue."
She's finding her feet with him, settling beyond that initial flustered shyness. She reaches for him and loops her arm around his, holding onto him as if the movement came naturally to her, with no hiccup of hesitation to the action. She promised herself she would be herself and this was who she is: brazen and a little take charge when she wanted to be.
She leads him out the front door, giddy energy radiating off of her, "The gallery isn't ever open at night so, even if you've been to every other place I take you, this one will be new for you." A little bit of a brag. It was important to her to give him new experiences. She asked him out on this date, she was going to make it memorable.
"Plus, I get to show you some of my work that's featured," she looks up at him, smile still bright though now there's something shy to it. She's not one to brag often, not about something like this, but she wants him to know her; to know everything about her. All her passions and her fears and her worries and her loves.
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"You don't look so bad yourself," she tells him, a huskiness to her voice, as she looks him over with a look that's so clearly flirtatious and approving. He emanates drama and class. A dreaminess, "You look good in that shade of blue."
She's finding her feet with him, settling beyond that initial flustered shyness. She reaches for him and loops her arm around his, holding onto him as if the movement came naturally to her, with no hiccup of hesitation to the action. She promised herself she would be herself and this was who she is: brazen and a little take charge when she wanted to be.
She leads him out the front door, giddy energy radiating off of her, "The gallery isn't ever open at night so, even if you've been to every other place I take you, this one will be new for you." A little bit of a brag. It was important to her to give him new experiences. She asked him out on this date, she was going to make it memorable.
"Plus, I get to show you some of my work that's featured," she looks up at him, smile still bright though now there's something shy to it. She's not one to brag often, not about something like this, but she wants him to know her; to know everything about her. All her passions and her fears and her worries and her loves.
That must mean something, she thinks.