She should have been nervous. Or at least, more nervous than she was, because she was a little nervous - after all, she was sixteen and going on a date. Not that she hadn't been on one before, because she had, with Tim when he'd been there...but Tim hadn't been a vampire. And he'd been about the same age as her. It suddenly occurred to her as she dragged a brush through her hair that she had no idea how old Damon was. And she'd slept with him. This was all bizarre. And kind of backwards. Wasn't the date supposed to come first?
Dawn shook her thoughts aside and set the brush down, then ran a hand over her skirt absently. She had decided to get a little dressed up mainly because it was almost summer, and the night would be warmer than the last time she'd been on a date. That had been before she learned how to shoot, before her sister and boyfriend had left, before she had been possessed. She studied herself in the mirror one last time. She wore a dark blue skirt that stopped a few inches above her knees, heels to match, and a dark red spaghetti-strapped top, low-cut, again because of the heat. Dabbing on a little lipgloss, the teen snagged her purse (it contained stake, holy water, silver knife, and tazer), and headed for the door.
A few minutes later, she was stepping off the elevator and into the lobby, bright blue eyes scanning the area before landing on him. She smiled brightly, walking over as she tried to quell any awkwardness. "Hey."