When Jack first told me to meet him at a restaurant down near the beach, I had a whole list of questions, and at the very top was wondering if this is supposed to be a date. I hadn't asked though because, well. It's my birthday. Even if we weren't doing... whatever it is we're doing now, I know Jack well enough to guess that he'd probably want to do something nice. And dinner is honestly pretty innocuous.
He hadn't said what kind of restaurant it is or how I should dress so I decide to go with my nicest pair of jeans and best belt along with a simple lightly plaid button-up and grey cardigan ensemble. I tame my cowlick as well as I possibly can and spend a little more time in front of the mirror inspecting my face for blackheads before finally heading out.
I'm nervous, I won't deny that. Even if it's just for my birthday, even if it's just as friends, it feels like a date. A date with Jack Zimmermann.
He's already there by the time I arrive, lingering awkwardly just outside the door. He looks as incredible as always, all buttoned up in a blue shirt that matches his eyes, rolled up to show off the muscles of his forearms. He looks like some sorta model just standing there and I feel something wonderful flutter under my chest and my cheeks go warm when he holds out a bundle of flowers as I get closer.
"Oh my goodness, Jack!" I breathe, grinning wide as I take them from his hand and immediately bury my nose in the bouquet of reds and purples and oranges. "Did you get these from Kili's shop? They're beautiful!"
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Date: 2016-05-06 02:32 am (UTC)He hadn't said what kind of restaurant it is or how I should dress so I decide to go with my nicest pair of jeans and best belt along with a simple lightly plaid button-up and grey cardigan ensemble. I tame my cowlick as well as I possibly can and spend a little more time in front of the mirror inspecting my face for blackheads before finally heading out.
I'm nervous, I won't deny that. Even if it's just for my birthday, even if it's just as friends, it feels like a date. A date with Jack Zimmermann.
He's already there by the time I arrive, lingering awkwardly just outside the door. He looks as incredible as always, all buttoned up in a blue shirt that matches his eyes, rolled up to show off the muscles of his forearms. He looks like some sorta model just standing there and I feel something wonderful flutter under my chest and my cheeks go warm when he holds out a bundle of flowers as I get closer.
"Oh my goodness, Jack!" I breathe, grinning wide as I take them from his hand and immediately bury my nose in the bouquet of reds and purples and oranges. "Did you get these from Kili's shop? They're beautiful!"