She's The One

Breakfast and Clothes

Denise watched the skillets closely. A full English was all about finishing it all at once or as close as possible. She texted Barb to let her know to use her key since she'd be concentrating on making her favorite breakfast. She loved breakfast, but a full English had to be made for more than herself. It was very filling but delicious. Her phone was playing some 1940s big band hits, and she hummed along. She turned the burner off that had the sausages and bacon. The eggs looked good, too. As she turned that one off, she pulled four pieces of toast that had just popped up. She places them on two plates already holding cooked tomato and mushrooms. The beans were now bubbling, so she took the pot off and spooned two helpings. She heard her door open downstairs, and she smiled. Perfect timing makes her happy. She places the sausages and bacon on the plate along with two eggs for Barb and one for her. She spreads fresh Irish butter on the toast and takes the plates to her small kitchen table. "Hello love! It smells divine in here, " Barbara tells her. Denise hugs her and makes a fresh cup of coffee for Barb and pulls out two wine glasses to make mimosas. "Thank you. Would you like a mimosa?" She asks her, already knowing her answer. "Definitely," She tells her, pulling out the cream for her coffee. They move around the kitchen, getting the last things together before sitting down and digging in. "Oh darling, this is fantastic as always," Barb says, biting into her bacon. "It tastes good, I must admit," She says, sipping her cold mimosa. "So, any thoughts on what to wear tonight," Barb asks her slyly, winking. Denise just rolls her eyes and feels anxious. "Ugh, I feel so nervous. I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I'm glad I didn't screw up breakfast, " She tells her, putting her fork down. Her belly was too twisted up with anxiety to eat right now. She drinks her mimosa and sighs. Barbara takes her hand and squeezes it. "Oh sweetie, you'll be just fine. He's obviously interested. Just be yourself." She says before standing up and clearing the dishes. "I can get that, Barb," She tells her, standing up. "No, no. You take your coffee and go get to searching an outfit that'll make that man fall to his knees, " Barb states before getting the leftovers boxed up and dishes loaded in the dishwasher. "Sure, Barb...right" She mumbles before taking her cup and entering her bedroom. She takes a deep breath before opening her closet. She knows what she owns, but she's having a dinner date with Tom Hiddleston. Nothing seems good enough. She knows she has very nice bras and panties, although that just makes her even more anxious. She definitely doesn't look close to any of the women he's dated. She flops on her bed, sighing heavily. She hears her phone ping, and she checks to see Tom has texted her. Her heart speeds up as she reads it.
::Hello darling, I wanted to tell you I'm so excited to see you this evening. Remember, wear whatever you want to. No pressure, ok? I'm wearing jeans. Don't think you need to impress me, I already am. 😏:: She smiles and giggles. He is just insanely charming. It lifts her spirits and makes it easier to choose her clothes. She texts back.
::I am excited too. I was feeling a bit sorry for myself, so your text was perfect timing. You made me smile. 😊 See you later Mr. Charming.::

Tom smiles at her text. He was worried a bit at her words, but knowing he helped made his day. He stretched out before grabbing his keys and phone. It was time for a run.