“I can't believe this! I have nothing to wear... Oh God!! He's going to be here soon to pick me up and I don't have anything to wear. Kill me, please...”, I cry into my hands, going into hysterics by every minute that passes by.
I'm completely hopeless. Tonight's the night. The Night. Our first date. I'm going to meet him for the very first time. See the man who has been continuously occupying my dreams and my thoughts in flesh. I'm going to finally see him and I don't know what to wear. Oh god!!
“Roxy! Calm the fuck down. You're making me anxious even when I'm miles away from you. Stop panicking, Jesus! We'll find you something to wear, don't worry, it's just a date. Okay?” Bea says, in a stern voice, breaking me out of my panicked state.
She doesn't know that it isn't just a date. It's the date I'm going on after almost 4 years and that too with a man who I've actually come to like in such a short time. Without even trying. It just happened. I haven't told Bea anything about Jake yet, just that I have a date tonight when I called her in my state of panic, asking her to help me decide my attire for the evening. She was so excited and happy that I was finally giving dating a chance again after what happened all those years back and she agreed to help just like that, no questions asked, just being there for me like always, not even bothering that she is on her honeymoon and is supposed to spend all her time with her beau. It's not that I don't want to tell her, I do, but I'd rather tell her in person. This is important to me and I don't want to tell her something that holds so much significance for me over a phone call and that too when she is on her honeymoon. Well, pre-honeymoon that is.
“Okay. Now tell me, has your date told you anything where he is taking you?” She asks me over the call.
“Umm... Yeah... he said we're going to a restaurant first to get something to eat. Nothing high-end because I insisted. And then from there he'll drive us to a movie theatre.” I reply still shuffling through my wardrobe.
“Hmm....okay. It's just a casual date. Nothing too fancy, Lord bless his soul. I know how much you hate fancy things. Show me your wardrobe.” She commands in a knowing voice.
I carry my phone and show her rows and rows of clothes which she scanned as best as she could over a video call, and then she had a Eureka moment.
“A-ha! Wear this Roxy. You'll look great in this. Trust me.” Pointing to the dress that I am holding in my hand right now.
I scan the dress she is talking about and satisfied with her choice, I beam at her. Thanking her a dozen times, I cut the call and started getting ready. Let's get this show on the road.
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The doorbell rings just as I am descending from the stairs to reach for my keys so that I could put them in my bag. It must be him.
I run to the door in excitement and open it. There he stands in all his male glory. I take him in from head to toe, not caring if I am making an utter fool out of myself, standing there, mouth agape, even probably drooling over the sexy male specimen standing right there, on my front door, with a bouquet of red roses in his hand. He is wearing a simple grey turtle neck Tee, and dark blue jeans that fits him just right, his dark hair a bit tousled, his deep and gorgeous cerulean eyes trained on me, entranced as if he couldn't keep his eyes off of me. I feel a shiver go down my back at the way he is looking at me. A look of complete adoration and desire. Those profile pictures didn't do him any justice. He is much, much sexier in person. Hot damn! Damn this man, already making butterflies flutter in my tummy.
“Hey, You.” Releasing a breath I didn't know I was holding, I greet him in a small voice, trying to hide the kind of affect his mere presence is having on me.
“Hey...” he replies, his gorgeous, ocean eyes, still trained on me.
Suddenly feeling bold, I take a step towards him, wrapping my arms around his lean waist, I hug him and murmur softly, “Hi Jakie...”
He smiles at me and then he leans forward hugging me back, not even bothering to acknowledge at all that I just called him Jakie. Maybe he secretly likes being called this or he is just too busy devouring you with his eyes. Thanks for the comment, inner voice.
Breaking out of his enamoured state so to call it, he takes a step back, his hands still resting on my shoulders, his eyes roaming all over my face as if he's saving my image in his memory. His baby blues locked with my chocolate browns. Still staring at me with a look of pure fascination, he whispers, “God, you're beautiful!!! Reality is way better than my imagination.”
I blush profusely at his comment, my heart doing a tango inside my ribcage. He notices my blush, giving me a knowing smirk. “Cute, just like a munchkin. My Munchkin.”
I groan and bury my face in his chest to hide my blush which makes him laugh, his chest vibrating with the sound of his beautiful laughter. A smile automatically makes its way to my lips. I look up at him, catching him smiling at me warmly, his arms now wrapped around my waist, we both lost in each other's eyes. What's happening to me??? Is this supposed to feel like this? Whatever this is... The instant attraction when we have never even met before and just talked only on messages and phone calls?? Why do I feel like I am finally home? This is complete madness Roxy...
Breaking out of my daze, I take a few steps back, in order to gain control of my senses, and ask him if he wants to come in as I grab my bag from my room. Giving him a glass of water I quickly run to my room and grab my sling bag. I give myself a once over in the mirror, checking my appearance to see if there is anything missing.
I am wearing a yellow halter neck dress that reaches just a little above my knees. The dress hugs my figure like a second skin. I style the simple yet elegant dress with brown strappy heels and a the same color sling bag. I leave my hair running down my back in natural waves. As for makeup, I'm not a huge fan of putting a lot of it and as I am thankfully gifted with clear, soft and supple skin, I just add a little bit of kohl to my eyes and a bit of pink lipstick. The only makeup item I spend money on. Lipsticks. I'm obsessed with them... Blowing myself a kiss in the mirror, I walk out the door, down the stairs, into the living room, towards Jake.
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(A/N: Roxy's dress 👆🏻 but if you don't like it you can choose any of your choice.)
As if sensing my presence, he turns his head towards me, giving me such a breathtaking smile, making my knees wobble. It took everything in me not to fall right then and there. As I reach him, he holds his hand out to me, still smiling and asks, “You're ready? Shall we go?”
I put my hand in his, noticing the sparks that goes right through my hand when it touched his, I give him a big smile of my own, a feeling of exhilaration takes over me thinking about how I will get to spend the rest of the evening with Jake.
“Let's go.” I reply, as I pull him out the door, ready to seize this special moment.
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A/N: This is their first meeting ever!!! How much did you guys like it? Leave it down in the comments below.
