New Girl

First Date

Your first date. What do you wear? How do you handle yourself? Are you going to say or do something stupid? These questions and worries had been swarming your head all day as you get ready for the evening. Robin had a lot of interesting input into what you should wear but nothing sounded like something you'd wear. You already felt kind of like a fraud when Steve met you dressed as Robin and you weren't entirely yourself. You opted for a tight, black leather mini skirt and a denim jacket over a tank top. 

You sat on the edge of your bed, nervously waiting. You got ready a little too quickly. Your aunt had given you some advice, for which you only take with a grain of salt. You look over at the clock. It's 5 minutes past, he's late. Was he going to stand you up? Great. Your first date is already a disaster. As you get up to begin pacing around your room, you hear the doorbell ring. Relief. You take a breath before heading for the door.

You open the door to see a perfectly quaffed head of hair before he flips his gaze to you. 

"Sorry I'm late. You ready?"

You imagine he was late because he was busy doing his hair, which made you giggle. "Yeah, let's go."

You feel his eyes look you up and down as you close the door behind you. "You look great, by the way. You don't look like you raided Robin's closet."

"Was it that obvious?"

"Kind of but only because I know her so well and she has a really unique sense of style."

"I let her dress me that night, she thought what I was wearing wasn't good enough for your party."

"I don't even know what that means but I like what you're wearing now. Fits you."

You blush at him as he opens the car door for you. Little did he know, this was a more tame version of your style. Once you're in the car, he runs around to his side and gets in. 

"Thank you, by the way."

"For what?"

"For saying what you said. Robin said I dressed like some Eddie person. I don't know who that is but it sounded like an insult."

"Uh...Eddie Munson? The freak? No. I doubt that," he starts the engine and drives off.

When you arrive at the restaurant, you notice it's across the street from where your aunt works, The Hideout. Didn't seem like a place Steve would be caught dead in so you kept this fact to yourself. The waiter seats you by the window, a beautiful view of the town in the evening light. Steve has been a gentleman all night. It was everything you expected it to be.

The two of you order your food and he says again "You really do look good tonight. Especially in this lighting."

"This dim lighting," you joke. You weren't used to a boy complimenting your appearance so making a joke was the natural thing to do. 

He looked at you in a way that made you feel like he understood your sarcasm. "I just can't wrap my head around Robin saying you look like Munson. I mean, what were you wearing?"

"Again, I don't know who Munson is but I just had on some black jeans and, I think, a band t-shirt."

"I guess that makes sense. What band? What music are you into? Like Duran Duran or something?"

You made a quick face of disgust at the idea of liking Duran Duran. This conversation might take a turn. "I can't remember what I was wearing but I like rock, heavy metal, sometimes punk."

His eyes widened. "Oh I get it now."

"Like I really love that stuff. It's kind of my whole life, actually," you stop and look up at him. You've lost him. "Sorry, is that weird?"