You eyed yourself in the mirror nervously. Tonight was special; your first date with (c/n). You were supposed to go out last week, but you chickened out last minute. Whether it was your anxiety about looking good and making a good impression or the vicious diarrhea episode that made you cancel, you didn't know.
You smoothed your dress down, checking yourself out and making sure every little crease was rid of. Tonight you were sporting a classy black slip dress with little kitten heels and a short sweater. Your hair was tied back to emphasize the dainty silver necklace that you wore for good luck.
After you were done looking in the mirror, you opened your phone to check the time. (C/n) was supposed to be here any minute now, and you still didn't feel ready. You paced around your room once more, nervously biting on your fingernails. It was a nasty habit you had, one that your mother always scolded you for. But, you could never break it, and now it was your savior in times like these.
Before you knew it, (C/n) was knocking at your door, waiting and ready to take you on your date.
You opened the door to see him in slacks and a button-down, holding a pair of flowers like a gentleman. He flashed you a grin before reaching for your hand to lead you down to his car.
Luckily, it was warm out, and the night air felt comforting against your slightly chilled skin.
(C/n) walked you to his car, opening the door on your side for you. You chewed on your lip nervously as you had a few seconds to yourself, hoping that everything would go well tonight.
Those few moments of silence didn't last quickly. (C/n) opened the door and went to turn on the radio to something relatively quiet. You continued to bite on your lip and nails, clearly anxious as to how this night would turn out. This time, however, (c/n) seemed to notice your tense state and immediately ceased his actions.
"(Y/n), what's wrong? Are you alright?" He reached for your hand and ran his thumb over it comfortingly.
You eyed him nervously, smiling slightly. "I'm just nervous, that's all. Most first dates I've been on have turned out to be quite crappy."
(C/n) brought your hand to his lips and kissed it softly. "There's nothing to be afraid of (y/n), really. You can't turn me off by having one bad date."
You pulled (c/n) in for a quick hug and quietly thanked him for being so assiduous.
...
When you arrived at the restaurant, you were able to be seated right away (which was a good thing because you had been working up your appetite since before you started getting ready).
(C/n) had pulled your seat out for you and carefully tucked you in, thanking the waiter for showing you to your table.
The room you were in was dimly lit, and there were multiple round tables crammed into the cozy area. Each one was fully occupied with other couples, quietly chatting about various things like what they did during the day.
Your table had a candle on it, allowing you to see the menu better. You decided on ordering the red wine penne pasta, knowing it would be messy but delicious as it was known as one of their more famous dishes here. (C/n) had ordered some champagne along with your waters and meals as well.
"So, tell me about yourself," (c/n) started.
You talked and talked until your food came. There was never a dull moment in the conversation.
You both dove straight in to your food, equally as hungry. Your pasta hit just the right spot, and you found yourself becoming full after eating half the plate.
"I think I'm done," you said while shoving your plate away from you and leaning back in your seat.
(C/n) chuckled and finished up his plate as well. "I'm sure you're not too full for dessert, are you?"
Your eyes quickly met his gaze to see a twinkle in them.
"Never."
...
The date seemed to be going well. Nothing terrible had happened and (c/n) offered to pay for everything even after you had ordered extra dessert.
"That's nonsense (c/n)," you argued with him. "Men paying for everything is so outdated, we should just split it."
(C/n) continued to ignore your protests and fished in his back pocket for his wallet before pulling out his card.
You refused to let him pay for all of it, especially after how nice he's been. You reached to snatch up the bill before he could grab it but it was too late. Both of you had a firm grip.
"(Y/n) seriously, I insist." (C/n) tugged on his side to emphasize his point.
You reached to tug once more, persistent on not being coddled, causing (c/n) to yank a little harder and for you to knock your champagne glass over.
The sparkly golden liquid went everywhere, dripping down the sides of the table and making a huge mess. Fortunately, it didn't reach either of you.
Embarrassed, you sunk back into your seat as (c/n) grinned in victory. When the waiter showed up, he handed the bill to him and politely asked for a few extra napkins.
After you got everything payed for and cleaned up, it was time to head out.
(C/n) walked out with you, still holding your hand like he did when he first came to the door.
"Maybe this date won't turn out as bad as I assumed," you thought.
As you were walking towards his car, it started to rain immediately in a terrible downpour, soaking the both of you straight to the bone. You ran hand in hand to his car as quickly as you could to escape the rain.
When both of you were safely in his car, all that could be heard was the loud sound of rain and your pants. (C/n) went to turn on the car, and the blast of air had you shivering out of your seat.
(C/n) reached to turn the air off before turning around and reaching into the backseat. "Here."
He handed you his overcoat that he must have taken off before you two went in the restaurant.
You pulled the fabric over your damp shoulders, grateful for the warm, thick material. You discreetly turned to smell the shoulder of the jacket, satisfied when it smelled like him.
"You know, despite all that happened I did have fun tonight," (c/n) piped up.
You turned to look at him, shocked. "Really?"
"Yeah. It was nice going out with a girl who has a sense of humor like you."
You smiled to yourself, clearly satisfied with how tonight was turning out.
"And not to mention someone as beautiful as you."
Your heart melted at those words. As much as you hated to admit it, it had been a while since someone has called you that.
"Thanks, (c/n)," you said while reaching for the side of his face. You slowly brought him in for a kiss, which he gladly reciprocated.
When you pulled apart, (c/n) kept you close by putting an arm around your waist and placing his forehead against yours.
"I'd like to go out with you again if that's alright."
You searched his eyes which were full of nothing but sincerity and hope.
"I'd love to," you replied, shutting your eyes and basking in the moment.
(C/n) pulled away slightly to kiss your forehead before placing his hand on your knee and turning towards the wheel.
"Great. Let's get you home then."
Lol sorry if this was a little corny and cliché but hey, what can I say?
