Closed First Dates

[Dorothy Nash]

Dot was nervous. She'd put so much thought into this look- she'd used some of her savings to buy an A-line, off-the-shoulder tea length dress in a blush pink, matched with matching round toe pumps with kitten heels and white bowknot ankle straps. She'd even put on white leggins with a lace cuff that came up just under her knees. She wasn't sure if that was too girlish, but she thought it was cute. She'd curled her hair but left it down, thinking it was a cute aesthetic, and decided to make it fancier by pulling back a bit of hair by her ears and tying it back with a lacy white bow. She left some curls to frame her face, and had even taken the time to do her makeup. Just a light pink lip gloss that sparkled, with blush pink eyeshadow and white eyeliner. She took a deep breath, knowing there wasn't anything else she could do to make herself look nice.

She didn't want to clean, worried it would make her dress dirty. So instead she'd taken to pacing in front of the door, twisting her hands over the delicate beading of the strap on her small pink purse, a delicate fabric she often ran her hands over to soothe herself when she was out and about and nervous, holding her phone, her lip gloss, a small bottle of rose perfume and a small bottle of hand sanitizer, with a white handkerchief.

She groaned, and stopped, taking a few deep breaths. Obsessing over what she wore and what she had on her wasn't going to help her with these nerves. Why had she even agreed to go on a date? Especially one most likely expensive- she'd allowed Daintree to get tickets to a ballet and a reservation to a restaurant she'd always wanted to try but had been too nervous to even walk into. But he'd been so sweet... just walking with her around the park nearby, talking with her, listening to her go on about her silly little stories. She reached up to run a hand over her hair, hoping he wouldn't be too much later to pick her up.

 

[Daintree Vaskevold]

Daintree could admit that trying to get Dot to go on a date with him had been a bit of a task, but hse'd finally said yes and he was very very eager for it. He had arranged what he hoped would be the perfect first date. She was just so pretty and kind and she made him feel like if he didn't date her, someone else would. She was too lovely to treat poorly, or just let her not be made to feel so special, he had the money, so why not.

Daintree had dressed sharply for this, a crisp and perfectly tailored suit. He had coiffed his hair and made sure that he looked presentable. He had bought her a box of pastries from a local place she'd talked about liking when he'd walked her round the park, and a bouquet of her favourite flowers. He wanted to wow and impress her, wanted to give her a real good first date. Daintree arrived at her door, exactly on time, and knocked. He refused to be late for this.

 

[Dorothy Nash]

Dot nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the knock on the door. She'd been expecting it, but somehow it had still gotten her. She put a hand over her racing heart, taking a deep breath before walking to the door and opening it for him. "Hello," She greeted shyly, blushing furiously, surprised to see he wasn't empty handed. "Oh, are those-?" She stepped back so he had room to come inside. "You didn't need to do that," She offered, twisting her braid in her hands again, trying to battle the nerves twisting her stomach in knots.

 

[Daintree Vaskevold]

Daintree's heart felt like it stuttered in her chest in seeing her, she was beautiful, stunning, so stunning. He couldn't help but feel so in awe that no one else had asked her out. He felt almost ready to marry her with how beautiful she was. "Of course I did," he stepped inside. "I'm trying to impress you," he told her with a light tone, but he was being serious. He was trying to impress her. Wanting to make a good impression. "How would you feel about going to the ballet?" he asked, reaching into his suit and pulling out the tickets he'd gotten.