Camilla-
I am rushing around my house. I'm dressed in a nice short ( not to short to be slutty) gray sweater dress, and cute boots. I leave my hair down, but curl it a bit on the ends. Nice but not desperate.
Does that even make sense?
Oh, well.
I have some how taken a shower, gotten dressed, fed my brown cat Bruce, in record time. Fuck yeah. I took Marshall I would leave the gate that leads to my house open, which is very dangerous for me, because if fans know where I live, they might take over my house, and injure me. Hell no. I hear the doorbell right, and I start to freak. What am I going to say at dinner? What if I fuck up? What I an appropriate and he doesn't? What is he orders steak for me? I hate steak, and pork, and ribs. Maybe I should go fucking Vegetarian or even fucking vegan at this point. I pick up my purse from the table thing kind of besides the door, take a deep breath, and open the door.
"Hello," I say, spreading a smile on my face. God he looks so hot, even if he's in like baggy jeans, with the crotch to his knees.
"Hey," He says, his eyes nearing black. What the fuck? They were like light blue before. Contacts? "Ready to go." He asks holding his car keys up.
"Or course." I say and walk down the walk, behind him. He opens the passenger side door for me, and I get in and smile at him. He looks down and closes the door and walks to the drivers side, gets in starts the car, and backs out. When we leave the driveway, and get on the road. I take my handy-dandy gate opener/closer out of my purse, and click the button, and the gate slowly closes. He drives with open hand, eyes on the road, looking so sexy.
Fuck.
"I was thinking about The Sea Shell," He says, and glances at me.
"Oh," I say suddenly shy, " That's perfect."
"Good," He says and smiles a tiny smile. This smile is like curving his lip a bit.
We get to the restaurant quickly, and after talking to the host after a few minutes, we are seated in a private room, with a fireplace and everything. We sit down, and look at menu, and when the Host comes, we order our drinks, and food at the same time. He says the waiter will be with us in a minute, he was needed somewhere for a bit.
The Host closes the door, and Marshall and I are silent. When the door opens again I hear a voice gasp.
"Camilla? Is that you?"
Marshall and I turn our heads, and I see the waiter.
One of my ex- boyfriends.
Then, he walks over and kisses my cheek.
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