{ w h o } Evelyn and Bailey. { w h a t } The big date! { w h e n } Thursday evening. { w h e r e } Dance Hall. { r a t i n g } Likely G. { s t a t u s } Complete.
After a seemingly long and awkwardly silent drive over, Bailey was more nervous than ever. The fact that while driving, he'd neither been able to speak to his date, nor see much of what she was saying with his eyes on the road, only reinforced his worry that perhaps cross-cultural dating between a hearing woman and a deaf man wasn't going to work out. He couldn't imagine what Evelyn - beautiful, wonderful, stunning, kindly Evelyn - was thinking right now, as surely her idea of a perfect date didn't include a near-complete lack of conversation. Bailey felt terrible. He wanted nothing more than to show her the time of her life, and he already felt as though he was failing at that. He'd started off well-enough - wearing a brand-new suit, getting a haircut, bringing her (more flowers), and complimenting her drop-dead gorgeous outfit - but now that it was coming down to the nitty-gritty, things were (at least in his mind) falling apart a little.
When they arrived at the dance hall, he parked the car (he'd picked one of the nicer ones for this outing) and went around to her side to open the door for her and take her arm. Bailey forced himself to put on his most confident smile, not wanting her to think that he was anything but enthusiastic about a date that had, at least on his part, been years in the making.