Gamora | Peter
A movie. They were going to watch a movie together and he hadn't asked other people first because he wanted it to be just them. Which didn't mean that there wouldn't be other people there and around, there would be. But he wanted to be with just her and Gamora had agreed. Not because she felt like she should, or because he'd worn her down but because maybe she kind of wanted to. Quill was very strange, but mainly in that he made her feel strange, unlike any other being had.
Like how she'd spent so much time getting ready she was angry at herself. She'd collected clothes one day through one of the doors, things she liked so she'd have some choice, but what did she wear to a movie? Gamora tried them all on and looked at herself, huffing and rolling her eyes at how stupid it was before she tried again. Eventually she picked a skirt, but partnered it with boots that laced right up to her knees, thick soles that would hurt if they collided with the side of your head and a good place to store a knife.
She even put her hair half up, twisting it back from her face. It was stupid, but maybe he'd like it. Or he wouldn't and she'd know not to bother.
Gamora who felt very confident about a great deal of things felt out of her element as she arrived and spotted where he was sitting, blanket and everything there as he'd said. "Have we done this before?" She asked as she got closer. "Well not exactly this but you know what I mean." Gamora fidgeted a little, smoothing down her skirt over the knife strapped to her thigh.