Big Girl, By Chance

Chapter Three:

The week flew by, and before I knew it..it was Friday. I was just about to hop in the shower when my phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Scarlett? This is Andrew. We're still on for tonight..right?"

"Yes! Of course, I'm getting ready as we speak."

"Sounds good, doll. I'll pick you up at 6:30pm, we'll go have some dinner first."

"See you then!"

I put my phone down on the bathroom counter and carried on with getting ready. I haven't been this excited for a date since my freshmen year when the most popular boy asked me out...only to later find out that it was a set up to embarrass me. 

I get out of the shower and turn my Pandora Radio on, tuning into the Simple Plan station. I'm still in my robe, and decide to do my make up first. 

Finishing up with the smokey eye look, complimented with a pale pink lipstick, I slip into my "not-so-little" black dress. As I sit down to buckle my silver 5" pumps, my phone rings.

"Scarlett, I'm here to pick you up."

"Okay! Just give me a minute to grab my purse and I'll be right down."

Andrew hangs up. I start to feel butterflies, and my hands are clamming up.

"Calm down, Scar. This night will go by with a breeze. It's just dinner and a gallery opening."

I walk out of the door to find Andrew standing alongside his black Benz, flashing an award-winning smile. Okay, it's official. I'm in lust with this man...not that I'd sleep with him or anything. He's just so damn gorgeous! Shaggy black hair, tall, ice blue eyes...mm mm mm!

I walk to where he is parked on the curb. We say our hellos and introductions, then he opens my door for me.

"So, I made reservations for a restaurant downtown called Black Rose. Ever been there?"

Shyly, I twiddle my thumbs and tell him no.

After a few minutes of silence, we pull up to the restaurant. He hands his keys to the valet, and we enter the place. It's nice. Dimly lit...romantic. We were seated, and the waitress asked for our drink orders. I was thinking of just getting a Shirley Temple..since I'm only 20 and all. To my surprise, Andrew speaks up rather quickly.

"We'll have a bottle of your finest wine."

"Sure, sir. I will be right back." The waiter walks away with brisk as not to waste any time.

Not even two minutes later, she returns with a beautiful bottle of French wine. 

"Andrew, please excuse me. I need to use the restroom."

He stands up, and gesturs his arm as if I'm a princess at a ball and he is escorting me to the dance floor. 

"Wow, he really is a gentleman!"