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Ruby is sort of nauseous in a good way, which is strange enough already, because how does feeling nauseous in a good way even work?
Harry and Ruby have history—they're old school friends who rekindled. And recently, they decided to give dating a chance. They've been on a number of dates already—karaoke night, a joyride on M25, touristy outings to rediscover London. And now, a classic dinner date.
She straightens her dress and checks her hair in the mirror. Miraculously, she had tamed her frizzy hair into a sophisticated chignon.
Harry texted her the address to the restaurant and she may have gone online to scope the place out, not wanting to over or underdress. She was surprised to find that it was a fairly formal place with four whole dollar signs to warn potential diners of how pricey the menu was.
She would have been shocked, but Harry did say he wanted to spoil her and he did buy her a ten-dollar smoothie without batting an eye the other day.
Still, she feels wary about him spending money on her. She never had anyone do that for her and it feels wrong. So, she scanned the menu online and already knew what she'd order - the cheapest thing on the menu.
As if Harry knew she was thinking of him, a soft pattern of knocks is heard from the door. Her doe-like eyes check herself one more time before she rushes to answer the door.
Harry waits outside Ruby's front door. The weight of a bouquet of flowers is held in his hands, the blooms acting as an unmatched rival to the bright smile on his face. He can hear the shuffling on the other side of the door, Ruby's voice muttering out an obscenity before following with something she apparently forgot to grab. A moment later the wood swings open to reveal her.
"Hi!" she chirps out, irises melted and soft as she drinks in the sight of him. She almost entirely bypasses the sight of the flowers, instead looking him over as if he were the gift for the night.
The presence of him instantly makes any semblance of nerves disappear, his company making her instantly comfortable. Harry's curls are tousled and his dimples are visible beside his wide smile.
"Hi," he greets her, voice smooth and quiet for just the two of them.
She bites at the full of her lip, backing away from the threshold in an invitation for Harry to enter, "Do you want to come in for a minute? I'm sorry, I still need to do a couple more things before we can go."
Harry takes it as an invitation to drag his eyes over her body while they stand in her cramped version of an apartment foyer. His gaze trails down her form, finding her clad in a dress he is going to have a hard time getting out of his head.
She's zipped into a classy, fitted black dress with long sleeves. The neckline is kept simple, ruches going down the middle of the bodice to create a heart shape before the bodice tightens around her ribs.
