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𝐉𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 his bed only a few moments after he had stepped into his apartment.

He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. He had just finished writing his last midterm, and goddamn was he glad it was over.

He probably did okay on it. He was sure that he passed, at least, which was already a good sign. There were a few short answers that he bluffed, but he was sure the multiple-choice section would scrape him by.

He glanced over at the clock. He and Reina had decided to have a night out, considering they had spent the last month studying all day and night. He wasn't planning on drinking too much, but a few shots wouldn't hurt. And seeing that it was seven o'clock, he had an hour until he was supposed to meet her.

He sat up. There were a few things he needed to do: make a quick dinner, change into something less comfy, and fix up his hair.

His options for dinner were getting low. He was down to half a loaf of bread, a sliver of butter, a bag of baby carrots, and a nearly full container of cream cheese (he made a mental note to go grocery shopping). His dinner was simple to make, seeing that he had no creative input. A cream cheese sandwich and a handful of baby carrots were surely enough for the night.

Very much like the food situation, he didn't have many choices for clothes. He had plenty of sweatpants and sweaters, but those weren't exactly club attire. He ended up settling for a black button-up and jeans. Reina had complimented him on it once, and so that outfit stayed in rotation.

He headed into his bathroom, frowning at the mess that was his hair. He had put enough gel in the morning, but given how much he ran his hand through his hair during the midterm, he wasn't surprised that all of the styling had completely disappeared. It only took him a couple of minutes to redo his hair.

It was six forty-five by the time he had pulled his shoes on and grabbed a bottle of Don Julio. He was sure Reina wouldn't mind him crashing the party a little early (and by 'party,' he meant the pre-game session that was just between the two of them in her apartment).

"Come in!" she called after he had knocked on her door.

Jaime opened the door and stepped in. Seeing that she wasn't in the living room or kitchen, he figured that she was in her bedroom. He walked over to the open bedroom door and peered in to see Reina standing in front of her vanity, her hair wound up in a curling iron.

He had to stop his eyes from widening and his jaw from dropping when she turned toward him. She was wearing a deep red dress that ended mid-thigh, and the neck was draped into a cut low enough to make his cheeks warm. The dress straps were chains that glittered in the terrible yellow lighting.

"Hey," Jaime managed to get out, and he prayed that she couldn't tell how nervous she was making him. He had to keep his eyes on her face; if they lowered at all, he would be stuck in an embarrassing situation. "You look . . . You look really good."

"You think?" She frowned, turning and checking herself out in the mirror. "I'm not sure about the dress . . . Is it too much?"

"No," he said, maybe a little too quickly. "It's good. I like it."

She pressed her reddened lips together and shrugged. "Okay. If you say so."

He raised the bottle in his hand so that she could see. "I brought tequila."

"Awesome."

After putting the iron onto the vanity and pulling the plug out, she gestured for him to go back out into the living room. He sat on the couch, while she pulled out two shot glasses from the cabinet above the microwave. He twisted open the tequila as she approached and held out the glasses. His pours were usually pretty generous, so the two glasses were nearly filled to the brim. He put the bottle to the side as he accepted a glass from her.