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VIOLA FREEZES AT THE loud ring of the household door bell, the simple sound stirring her stomach in a thousand nervous waves as her heart beats at an erratic pace that might concern some doctors. She combs a hand through her hair and grabs her cross-body bag, wrapping it over her shoulder and hanging onto the thing strap tightly.
As she descends to the bottom of the stairs, her family sits calmly in the living room, eyeing her with intense curiosity causing her to squirm uncomfortably under their stares. "I'll be back later." Viola squeaks quickly and lets out a deep sigh, swinging the front door open and without as much as a goodbye, steps outside and slams the door shut behind her.
"I didn't think you were that excited to see me." Ben's deep voice sends a familiar shiver down Viola's spine and she smiles at the husky chuckle that turns her insides out. Ben stands tall with a jean jacket fit snuggly against his lean stature and black ripped skinny jeans complementing his demeanour effortlessly. Viola struggles to keep her eyes trained on his stunning features without sneaking a peak at the rest of him.
Viola laughs, "I don't quite have the energy to deal with my family being within a ten-metre-radius of you." She leans into his chest as his strong arms encapsulate her small body against his, the warmth of his own mingling with the shivers and tingles of hers. Ben places a single, loving kiss on her forehead as his chest vibrates with humour, guiding her towards his car.
"Ready for the best night of your life?" Ben swings his head sideways, a twinkle in his blue eyes as he licks his lower lip. He puts the car into gear and speeds down the street, his body relaxed and comfortable against the leather seat.
"Don't be so sure of yourself." Viola chuckles and crosses her arms over her chest. Ben rolls his eyes as he timidly, yet confidently places a hand on Viola's jean clad thigh. She smiles at him and places her hand on top, tracing the veins that bulge out through his olive toned skin.
"I think I've got this one in the bag." He gives Viola's thigh a light squeeze as they enjoy the comfortable silence of their ten-minute car trip.
Viola's breath hitches as Ben slides his hand off her thigh and back onto the steering wheel, making an effortless turn in the parking lot of a large stadium like building. She looks out through the window in awe, squealing as her eyes run over the big blue calligraphy sign that was scrawled above the entry-way.
"Ice-skating!?" She bounces up and down in her seat like a child at Disneyland, a gleeful laugh bubbling out of her pink parted lips as she struggles with her seatbelt, the car coming to a stop. Ben chuckles, the deep sound rumbling from deep within his throat as he leans over and easily unclips the buckle.
Ben smiles softly at Viola, an unknown emotion swimming in his bright blue eyes that seem to never fail at capturing the attention of the girl with the wavy brown hair that he's spent far too long secretly pining over. But now there were no secrets and only every moment forward to finally make up for all the time they spent falling carelessly and quickly behind the screen of a phone.
"I figured princesses belong here." And in that moment, Viola knew that her prince had finally come.
