Writing's Second Taste

Chapter Sixteen: Like, Like, Liking

"Are you sure you don't want to borrow the lingerie I bought?" Julia asked as she zipped up the back of my dress, effectively trapping me inside this piece of clothing for the rest of the night because there was no way was I getting out of it. It was extremely tight but because of its navy blue color and quarter long sleeves, it wasn't too suggestive, "I haven't worn it yet so it's still fresh."

"I'm sure," I breathed out, using her shoulder as support to step into my heels, "And I'm not going to consider it as anything, date or not."

The last time I allowed her crazy speculations get into my head, a huge mess came out of it – granted that it was Adam's fault for tricking me like that, but perhaps I wasn't innocent as well because I overthought all of it.

"Again, thank you for letting me borrow this," I said to Meg who was nodding while loudly chewing her apple. While Julia and I were in the midst of faffing around, she suddenly asked what the hell was I going to wear.

As you could guess, we ripped through my closet but we found nothing that I deemed appropriate and it wasn't like I could borrow anything from Julia since we were clearly different sizes.

So In the end, Meg volunteered to lend me a dress. I thought that it was too small but she said that it was made that way, making sure it hugged every single one of your curves.

I tried to refuse but she was insistent that I looked good in it and she was backed up by my own roommate.

"You two are going out on dates and leaving me all alone," Meg pouted, leaning against the doorframe. Julia was asked out by a guy, that she met in the library if I might add which was a total meet cute, leaving Meg complaining that even though she was the only in an actual relationship among the three of us, she was the one who was going to have a lonely Friday night.

By this time, I was sick and tired of trying to convince them that I wasn't sure if this was an actual date or not.

If he says that it was one, I promised myself that I wasn't going to freak out. If he says that it wasn't, then I'm going to thank him for the friendly outing.

Was I hoping that it was a date? I had to admit that I was reaching more onto the 'yes' side.

He arrived just minutes before Julia's date did and instead of shocking me with flowers like the last time, it was only a small gesture of hello and an offer of his hand that he presented. Honestly, this was better because it kept my sanity intact. Although because it was like this, the arrow was now pointing towards the direction wherein it said that this wasn't a date.

My dress was covered by my coat and I actually used the whole car ride to decide whether I was daring enough to reveal it to him or not.

When he said fancy, it was really fancy to the point that they had a foyer area where you give your coats to this lady. My hands were shaking when I slowly slid it off my body and handed it to her. Afraid to look at Adam, I kept my eyes trained on my clutch while she gave us a tag and escorted us to the maître d'.

Adam said his name for the reservations and we were led to a booth that was private enough but was still seen by the rest of the people walking by, "So how'd you get us a table here?"

"Might have asked somebody to pull some strings," he admitted sheepishly, "But I think she was more excited than I was."

I raised a brow while the waiter filled up our glasses with water. He saw this and he was quick to correct himself, "This is by my own doing and decision, she did not influence this at all except for getting me the reservation."

He said it so stiffly and robotic that it was actually amusing.

Although we tried to ignore and forget about that small argument sparked by Heart's meddling, it hung in the air because it indeed happened and the only reason we were in this current situation was because he thought he had to make it up to me.