Looking For You

"Don't, it looks beautiful."

The ringing of the telephone woke Heather up, she smiled to herself hoping that Roger was the one who would be on the other end.

She walked to the phone and quickly picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hello love." Roger's voice sung on the other end, and her smile grew wide.

"Hi Roger! How are you?" She asked happily, a smile still etched on her face.

"I'm very well, how are you?"

She smiled even wider, if that was even possible at this point, "I'm good too." She began to grow shy.

"Listen, love, I can't talk long but I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight?"

"I'd love to, Roger." She smiled, twirling the telephone wire around her finger.

"That's great! I'll pick you up at seven."

"Ok, I'll see you then." She bit her lip; she was nervous but excited.

"Oh, and one more thing." Roger spoke quickly before they hung up.

"Yeah, what is it Roger?"

"Where do you live, you know, just so I don't pick up the wrong lady." He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck with nerves.

Heather's giggles could be heard on the other end and Roger felt his heart fly once more, a big smile on his face.

"Oh Roger!" She laughed, "Check on the other side of the napkin."

Roger went into his pocket and looked on the other side, scribbled down in her writing, was her address.

"Oh, sorry love. I'll see you later." They both laughed.

"Don't worry, bye Roger."

"Bye Heather."

They both hung up, but both with smiles on their faces.

Heather went skipping up the stairs and into her room, looking through her wardrobe to find something she could wear. Yes, she had all morning and afternoon to get ready, but it was Roger and she needed to look good for him.

And over on the other side of town, Roger was having the same problem.

He was muttering to himself, "what if my hair goes curly. No, it'll be fine, stop freaking out."
"Now I sound like I'm insane."

He shook his head and picked out the nicest suit he had. He nodded to himself in satisfaction.

He glanced at the clock which read six. How time flies when you're running round like a headless chicken, he thought.

He got dressed and made sure he had put enough dippity-do in his hair that would last him the whole night.

He looked at himself in the mirror before rushing out of the front door and to his car, making sure he locked the door before he left.

On the way over to Heather's he turned the radio on, hoping to calm his nerves. Johnny Cash happened to be playing and Roger smiled to himself.

He pulled up outside Heather's and turned the radio off, before stepping out of his car and walking up to her door.

Knock, knock.

Heather opened the door and they both smiled widely at each other.

"Hey." She smiled, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.