Rosey Buds

Chapter 1: The First Date

The day started the same as any other day. You climbed out of bed, groggy and not wanting to get up. However, you perk up as you remember that today isn't just any other day.

You have a date.

You dress in your fanciest clothes, knowing that this restaurant would only expect as much out of its patrons. The cost was great, but the reward far greater. You slip on a white shirt, before sliding on your black coat. Each button brings you closer to the conclusion, as you finish and don your pants in an equally quick fashion. You still have an hour before you need to get there- You had woken up at eleven and the date starts at twelve- But you have a long drive head of you. You grab your keys and wallet, before clambering into your car and starting the ignition.

It takes you a while to get to the restaurant, but you succeed with excellent timing as you recognize your get-together pulling in next to you. She climbs out of the car, stunning you upon your first look.

Her heels clack against the asphalt, her height boosted to match yours. They glow with silver, bands of it crossing along her cocoa-colored paws. Her legs are bare, and as your eyes drift upwards you find yourself confronted with a floral dress, one which cuts off just above the knees, and is patterned with pink and purple flowers, A teal background presenting the colors clearly. As she turns the corner of her car, you see in the corner of your eye that her dress has a diamond-shaped open back. Her arms are covered with long-sleeve lace gloves, pitch-white in nature, that cut off at the middle finger in a band. Her curly green hair bounces as she walks towards you.

"Hey!" She says, a wide smile spreading on her face. Yours reflexively follows, grinning involuntarily.

"Hi Daisy!" You reply, and you both promptly enter the restaurant. A bell dings behind you as you enter.

You both walk inside, and the various scents, sounds, and sights hit a homerun on your senses. The savory, faintly smoky scent of a well-done steak drifts on the air, the aroma of lit candles burning mixes in as well. In addition, a slight accent of hickory lingers. Waiters and waitresses roam about, their form and mannerisms perfect as they walk.  The tables are set with white linen cloth, bundles of flowers in vases at the center, the chairs an intriguing pattern of latticework. A classical beat plays softly across the air, tingling your ears.

A waiter swiftly walks over, asking your name and Daisy's. They then begin to guide you towards and empty table. Daisy steps ahead of you, and you notice her gait is of a medium pace, yet confident. Your prior, out-of-the-corner-of-your-eye visual is confirmed as her dress is, in fact, open-back. You both arrive at the table, taking a seat and begin ordering. 

"I will have a Riesling for the drink, and Cheese Croustades for the hors d'oeuvre." Daisy states. You follow suit with your order, and the waiter leaves to retrieve the orders.

"So, what's the most fun thing you've done recently?" You ask with a tone of curiosity.

"I haven't done anything too fun recently, mainly gardening and working. What about you?" Daisy replies.

"Much the same, minus the gardening. What plants do you work with?" You question in exchange.

"I have a love for moss in particular." She responds.

"Why moss?" You query.

"It's soft, but also tough. It takes care of the animals around it, whether through shelter or food." She answers. "But that's enough about my hobbies. What do you like to do?"

"Well, I'm not too much of an outdoors person in comparison to you, but I enjoy the occasional walk or hike. Staying inside is more my thing, whether it be reading or talking online." You reply.

"If I'm not outside I do much the same." She returns.

"What kind of music do you like?" You respond.

"Hmm, I'd have to go with Jazz. The snazzy beats mesh well with me." She replies.

"That's rather nice. I wonder what's taking the waiter so long?" You respond. As you do, the waiter turns the corner with your drinks, coming from behind you. Suddenly, his foot slips on a tile, sending the drinks hurtling forward. They land on Daisy, drenching her. She swiftly shrieks, before rising to her feet to help the waiter to his feet. He is incredibly apologetic, expressing his remorse at the situation and offering both of you compensation for the drinks. Daisy refuses, however, citing how she would need to leave shortly due to the mess in order to change her clothes. You rise as well, standing beside her.

"Well, I'll need to go home to change. However, it would be terrible to end this date on such a sour note. Would you like to join me? I should be able to make some kind of lunch, even if it won't be of the same quality." Daisy offers to you. You accept, and she pays before leaving alongside you. Her dress, now splattered with shades of white and red, is clearly ruined. Yet, her smile fails to leave her face.

You both drive to her house.