Fight Club

02| Implicit Demand For Proof

The next day, I ended up in the same coffee shop, the Rise and Grind, handing the old woman my application.

"Alright, Giselle," she told me, scanning over the paper. "I'll make sure to call you when we've decided! As always, I'm Sandy, and you can shoot me a call any time you want!"

With that, I exited the store and started walking towards my apartment, when someone stopped me. I turned around, and it was Luca.

"What do you want?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. Luca laughed.

"I wanted to know if you'd hang out with me tonight?" he asked. It was my turn to laugh. I couldn't imagine anyone, much less Luca, asking little old me to hang out. He seemed to tough for a tiny girl like me.

"What's so funny?" he said, and I stopped laughing. I brushed my hair out of my eyes and looked up at him.

"I didn't think you were being...serious" I trailed off. Luca looked at me and smiled.

"Well, I was. You seem like a really nice person, and I thought we could hang out later?" he asked. Luca seemed...nervous. It was a trait I thought he wouldn't possess. 

"I'm sorry. Yes, I'll definitely hang out with you tonight" I told him. Luca looked happy as I handed him my cellphone number and address. We parted, and I headed back to my apartment. I bustled through the door, closing it and slipping off my tennis shoes. My outfit that day had been more athletic, yoga pants and a loose shirt. My phone buzzed. I turned it on, and there was a message.

Hi. It's Luca... Do you think I could pick you up at eight thirty?

I smiled and replied.

Yeah, 8:30 is fine. See you then. Where are you taking me?

I'm not telling you, but dress nice

I shut off my phone and turned to my closet. I didn't own nice date clothes, only clothes that I wore outside daily. I sighed and grabbed my phone and purse, bustling out of my apartment. I didn't know where any stores were, but it was only three, so I wandered around. I found a Macys and slid in, searching for the dresses. 

I found a plain white one and tried it on. I decided to buy it, just because I knew I could wear it again another time. I walked back to my apartment and headed to my bathroom. It was almost five, so I jumped in the shower and washed my hair and shaved, then hopped out of the shower. I blowdried my hair, then straightened it. It was about five-thirty, so I sat down and watched an episode of a show I used to watch when I lived back home, and at six, I stood up and made my way to my bathroom. I applied some tan eye shadow and mascara, and put some blush on. I decided for a nude lip, and I slid my dress on. I looked nice, but not to nice. I checked the time, and it was seven forty five. I walked to my closet and looked at the small selection of shoes I had. I slid on a pair of blue flats and put my phone in my purse, and sat on my couch.

The doorbell rang a few minutes later, and I answered it. Luca stood at my door in a button down black shirt tucked into black dress pants.

"Hi, Giselle. You look...nice" he said. I blushed softly.

"You look good, too. Will you tell me where we're going now?" I asked. He nodded and extended a hand. I followed him out of my apartment, locking it as we went. He led me to a car, a blue truck. Luca helped me into the passengers side, the climbed into the drivers seat.

"I'm going to tell you where we're going before I drive away. I'll let you...get out if it's not ideal" he said, sounding overly nervous. I nodded.

"So where are we going?" I asked. Luca chuckled a little bit before starting the car.

"A small get-together at my friends place. I wasn't going to go, but I don't really have enough money to take you somewhere-" I cut him off.