deep blue eyes // Antoine Griezmann

Chapter 27 - Beginning

I stare at myself in the mirror, hoping with my whole heart that I'll impress Antoine. I'm wearing my hair in a bun, with two curly strings of hair going down by my ears, and I've done my makeup with blush, making sure to make everything look a little more pink, for the occasion. I'm wearing a pink dress that is a little above my knees. It's cut so that nearly my whole back is showing, and it has a low V-neck in the front. I found it, and it brought back the memory of my aunt and uncle's rose wedding back in August. I wore this to that, because on the sleeves, there are see-through netted roses.

I hope he thinks I'm pretty. Please, please, Antoine. Think I'm lovely. Please.

I walk into the kitchen, and my father, who has just finished talking to a co-worker on the phone, stares at me, saying, "What's your plan for tonight?"

"Do I look nice?"

"Yes, I suppose. But what are you up to?"

"There's a Valentine's Day dance," I explain.

"I thought you were never really into Valentine's Day," he smiles.

"No, I never have been," I can't contain my big old goofy grin. "I never have been into Valentine's Day. Not until the guy I like asked me out to it today at school."

He looks surprised. "Do I know him?"

"Probably not. His name is Antoine Griezmann."

He shakes his head thoughtfully, then finally concludes with, "Well, Sage, have a good time."

"Yeah, he'll be here to pick me up in a few minutes." I leave the room, feeling so giddy, I don't know if I can really fully explain it in words.

I stand by the door, just waiting in anticipation for his car to pull up. Once it does, I have to hold myself back from practically sprinting out to the car. That'd be pretty stupid, though, because the sidewalks are icy, and I'm wearing my tall white high heels.

So I walk out to the car. I am literally holding myself back. I grin as I pull open the door to the passenger seat side. I sit down next to him, and look at him. He's looking at me.

He's wearing a dark red button down with a black vest over the top of it. He has a white tie on, tucked under the vest, and there's a red rose pinned on the right side, near his shoulder. He's wearing black pants. He has both hands on the wheel, and his sleeves are rolled up, giving him that slightly unproper look, despite the rest of his outfit.

I could practically faint, just looking at him. His hair is slicked back, but there's a few strands falling in his face.

He's so imperfectly perfect.

When he sees me, and huge grin appears on his face, and those beautiful eyes light up. His eyes light up at seeing me. "You look lovely. I'm so glad you could make it."

I nod, saying softly, fidgeting with my pink painted fingernails, "I'm so glad you asked me..."

"Me too," he smiles, and starts driving.

After a few minutes, after I'm settled in the car, I ask him, my voice still soft, "Your Valentine was very nice."

"Thanks," he chuckles softly.

"Thank you for it."

"Thank you for everything."

I look up at him, confused. "What do you mean? What have I ever done for you?"

He laughs softly. "So much more than you could ever dare to imagine, Sage. So much more. But we're here now, at the school."

"Hmmm, that was quick," I tease. "Did you speed?"