Lisa Reed (off_the_cuff) wrote in repose, @ 2020-08-06 21:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, oona murphy, rafe jiménez |
Rafael Brayan Orleastro Jiménez / Oona
Who: Rafe and Oona
What: Date night at the Spicy Pot
When: Tuesday 7:05 pm
Where: A spicy Shezuaun restaurant to start
Rating: Nothing risky or risque now, will update if needed.
It wasn't like her to get nervous when she was meeting up for someone she genuinely liked. Instead she got excited. It felt good to get ready for a date, picking out outlandish clothes , making a reservation at The Spicy Pot, wearing lipstick and stuffing it in her purse for a strategic reapplication later. Belting out Motley Crue at the top of her lungs while she drove over to pick him up.
She'd arrived five minutes late but that's only because she forgot to get gas and unless she did, the date was going to go considerably different than she'd planned. The needle had been teetering on E and she was sure she'd been running on fumes when she'd glided in next to the pump.
Oona didn't think 5 minutes was too late. For her, anything after fifteen wasofficially late. Thepurple Nova, sparkled as it turned into his driveway, gassed up and smelling like wild cherry air freshener.
After getting out she saunters up to his door, the red sequins of her dress catching the lingering sunlight of an early summer evening. The jacket was a little too much but it's a signal even if she didn't know it. If she started to feel comfortable the jacket would come off and voila!- no more spikes, just soft rounded shoulders.
The gift is not wrapped. The cherry tarts are piled artfully on a platter. She'd brought a gift for Rafe because she'd asked him out. Who wouldn't like tiny pies? That was what she had thought when she'd decided on what to bring
One finger, nail painted in a jovial teal, pressed the doorbell.