𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 :: 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯

Ten.

OCTOBER 15, 1966

FELICITY WALKS OUT OF HER BATHROOM WITH HER TOWEL WRAPPED AROUND HER BODY AND HAIR WET. If she hadn't been home alone, she would have been stuck in her bathroom trying to get her clothes on in the steamy bathroom.

Billy and Rosemary were out on their first date since forever. Ever since Billy started sobriety, he had the chance to finally be the husband Rosemary envisioned him to be the day of their wedding before alcohol was discovered and the birth of Felicity. It was just that Felicity could see the real dad role in him.

Felicity plugs in her hair dryer into the outlet by her dresser, waving the hot air all over her hair.

She tried to make sure every imperfection she saw on her face was fixed before the date, well she wasn't even sure if it was a date or not as she didn't make it specific when she asked Dallas to hangout. She was just lucky that he even said yes to her.

Felicity turned off the hair dryer before going over to her closet to find a shirt that would fit the description as to where they were going, she had no clue where they were going though. She picked out her brown sweater and blue flared jeans. Nothing too formal yet nothing that said she slouched.

She slips on her undergarments before sliding on the jeans. Felicity lets go of the towel around her body and throws the sweater over her head, it was a struggle as her body was still a little wet from her shower and wool was not a perfect material to slip right on.

Mascara and a vanilla lip balm was the trick, even though it did not change a thing in her face.

There were three knocks at the door, loud and aggressive enough for Felicity to hear from her bedroom. She runs to the door but checks the peephole first— it was Dallas standing in front of her door, wandering his head around her front porch.

She opens the door to face him.

"Well don't you look great." He complimented, his eyes observing her body.

"Mind giving me a minute, I just need to put my stuff back." She requested.

"Sure, I got time to spare." He accepted while looking at his wrist with no watch.

"Dally!" Felicity groaned as she walked away.

He shuts the door behind him, "Kidding."

Felicity throws her clothes back into her closet, promising herself that she'd clean it up later like she always says. She felt so rushed that she had forgotten about her brown leather jacket in her closet.

Dallas sees Felicity come out of the now dark hallway.

"Ready?"

"Let's roll." She huffs.

"Don't ever say that." Dallas added behind her.

Felicity laughed at him, it was the laugh that put awe into his eyes as he looked at her.

They go over to the T-bird that had a brand new scratch in the front. She checked it out before opening the door to let herself into the passenger seat next to Dallas who was already seated and waiting for her.

"So where are you going?" She asked him as he began to drive off.

"The diner, I'm getting hungry." He answered.

"Did I tell you about what happened with me and Veronica the other day?" The topic comes up.

"Tell me all about it, did you drop the bitch?"