Another first day

Ch.13.Dinner.Date.

Leon.S.Kennedy.
"Come back in here when you're dressed, yeah?" She's halfway in her room, paused, looking at me over her shoulder, still happy. I nod, humming and leaning in, kissing her softly, the same rush going through me as every other time, elated and euphoric at the feel of her lips.

"Course." I leave it at that, heading down the hall into my room, taking a minute to lean on my dresser, nervousness settling now that I don't have any distractions. I don't know how to date someone, let alone her. She doesn't expect anything, I know that, and I appreciate it, but that doesn't mean I don't want to give it to her, show her the best time she's ever had, charm her beyond belief. It isn't realistic, not with my lack of experience and the horrible nervousness she rouses in me, but I'm gonna try, and pray to god I don't end up looking like a massive idiot.

I sigh, standing myself up, bending down to pick some slacks out of my bottom drawer, worn once, for my academy graduation. I pick a white shirt, feeling incredibly plain, but I know I'm not the best at coming up with good outfits, she's teased me about it on multiple occasions. I debate a red tie, but decide against it, not wanting to be too formal, or seem like I'm trying too hard. I dress slowly, trying to give her some more time, not sure how long it'll take her to finish her makeup, but excited to see what kind of thing she decides to do with it. Thursday was the day we went to the makeup place, it was pretty interesting, to be honest, I've never been inside one before, and it made me feel important somehow, good enough to be brought into a place meant for women.

I turn to my mirror, hung on the backside of my door, courtesy of my partner, who decided I needed one as well, and paid for it, mostly against my will. I never cared much about looking good, as long as I was clean and my teeth were brushed, but that was before her. I don't want to be an embarrassment, already so far below her. I've been trying to be better, more conscious of what I wear, sure my hair isn't messy. I take the few steps to stand in front of the mirror, smoothing the stray strands back into place, missing when it was a little longer. I leave the top two buttons of my shirt undone, trying my best to be at least a fraction of the amount of enticing that she'll be, moving to seat myself on my bed to pull my dress shoes over my feet, sitting idly for a few seconds, leg bouncing, before leaving my room, knocking lightly on her door, pulling nervously on my shirt, tucked into my slacks, while waiting for her to open up.

"Sorry. I'll hurry." She's not dressed, but she does look good, makeup seeming half done, a tube of something in her hand as she hurries back inside, pushing the door closed to see the mirror once I'm inside.

"Take your time, princess." I sit on the edge of her bed, watching her, nervousness buried under a different feeling, something pleasant, enjoying getting to see something so personal. "You look good." She smiles at me over her shoulder, skin looking more shiny than usual, eyes brighter.

"Thanks." She's back at it, leaning forward, swiping something down her nose, leaving a brown line down either side, frowning.

"What's that?" She looks at me through the mirror, something I think I like a little too much.

"Contour. It's a lot harder now that my nose is crooked, though." I take a turn frowning, not really sure what to say, since I don't have any makeup knowledge, besides the extreme basics. I stand up, walking slowly toward her, peering at what she's doing over her shoulder.

"I like it, it's cute." She gives a displeased look, but I smile at her, urging her to believe me.

"Sure, coming from someone who didn't get their face fucked up." I drop my smile, giving her my own displeased look, not happy she would even joke about her face being fucked up. It's not, obviously, and I don't really understand her disapproval of herself, she was pretty the night we met, even more so now that I've gotten to know her.