Should I call you a cab?

Chapter nine

 -I'm not your playdoll! -Vienna complaint while Gaston searched through every piece of clothing she owned. The bedroom was a mess between makeup, shoes, clothes and Vienna's poutings.

-Yeah, you're definitely wearing the blue dress. - He ignored Vienna's complains and raised the cloth hanger with the summer dress he made her buy that same day.

-I don't want to, I like my jeans and boots outfit.

-It's a date Vienna, at least try -Gaston nodded pushing the dress towards her and then left the room for her to get ready.

She was going on a date, a real date. She had never ever been on a real date, as an adult. As a grown up mature woman. She had had cute an naive dates back then in High School with some classmates, even a few after becoming friends with Bruno. They used to meet after every date they had, in Bruno's family theater, and would laugh about how lame dating was. How dorky Vienna's date jokes were, or how shallow Bruno's pick looked. But this, this was real. Real, serious, intimate, sexual tension kind of real. Don't even have to clarify she was nervous, anxious. Felt like taking everything off, the dress, the make up, the shoes, the accessories, and then crawl into bed, hiding from every social interaction there was to experience. But she couldn't. She knew she couldn't. She committed with Gale on the phone she would not stood him up. And even if she tried, Gaston wouldn't allow it. He would take her to that bar even if he had to drag her all the way downstairs. 

So, not being any way out, she gave up, took a last look in the mirror and prepared herself to face her brother in law.

-So, am I dating material? -she posed unwillingly for him to approve. The dress was in fact dreamy, Gaston had really good taste. The blue color highlighted the pale white of her skin. It was a lite dress, great for summer. The shoes were also simple but elegant, brown, medium heel leather ankle boots. Classic.

-Girl you're girlfriend material -he smiled while splashing her with perfume, too much perfume. Vienna coughed pushing him and rolled her eyes.

-Please do not dare to wait for me awake, I do not wanna hear your questions. -She grabbed her purse and keys heading to the door.

-I'm dead tired, but if not I would. -Gaston let himself fall into the improvised bed couch waving goodbye. He was almost already asleep when Vienna closed the door.

In the elevator Vienna felt she was getting some kind of panic attack, but the ones your body stays still and your breathing sounds fine, but your head it's a complete mess with thousand of theories and thoughts about something that hasn't happened yet. If it wasn't for the old couple in the metal box with her she would've been all crawled up in the floor like a little baby. "Breathe Vienna, please breathe, it's just the bar, you've been to the bar thousands of times, you've been in the bar with him, what on earth are you so scared of Vienna? For Christ sake" Her foot was tapping on the floor, without her noticing. The old couple glanced at each other. Doors opened, then the main door, everybody was out. Few steps to the bar. He would already be there, he said 8 pm. Vienna checked her phone, 20.12. He was definitely there. She sighed one last time while crossing with the green light and, dodging a few known faces hanging in the bars door,  and without any big issues, got to the bar counter.

-Girl, you live right across the street, how on earth could you be late? -That voice, kind of English/Scottish accent was not new. Vienna turned around, Gale was sitting there, on the high bar stool on the counter, close to the door. He was able to see every person that came in or out. Strategic boy. Vienna glanced at him for a second, he was wearing a lite casual green shirt and jeans with Vans. Gale was hot, Vienna knew she was on a date with a real hot boy, and that made her even more anxious, so she took a deep breath. He approached her, surprisingly kissing her on the cheek. Vienna smiled awkwardly and nodded, her mouth felt dry, extremely dry.