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Tonight's The Night (Matt)
"So I thought I'd take you up on that dinner tonight," Rose said, faux-casually leaning against the side of Matt's big wooden desk while her heart raced three times too fast. "Say, 7?"
Cursing loudly around the knuckle she'd shoved into her mouth, Rose dropped her curling iron on the countertop and stared angrily at her hair. She couldn't get it right, no matter how hard she tried. It was 6:52, and she still hadn't dressed, and this was the third time she'd burned herself.
Mum would know what to do if she were here.
Rose put both hands on the edge of her bathroom counter and leaned forward, breathing out her anger. Mum would tell her to stop her fussing, do something Mum-like, and suddenly, Rose's hair would be perfect.
Mum wasn't here, and Rose suddenly felt like crying. Over what? She tossed her hair over her shoulder quickly, then smoothed it with her hand, trying to think of how Mum used to do it. It wasn't the same, but she still needed to get dressed.
"I mean, if you still want to --" she continued, rapidly losing the cool persona she'd been trying to pull off. But Matt smiled, then, and the smile really looked sincere, like he really meant it when he said he wanted to, when he said 7 was fine, when he said he was looking forward to seeing her... So maybe it was all right after all.
Rose rarely ever wore black, but tonight was special. She guessed it was silly, picking a LBD for a da... dinner (but... was it a date?) with someone who couldn't see. But Rose knew well enough that he could still make her form out, so she dressed carefully all the same, making certain that the dress on her made an absolutely perfect silhouette. Two minutes left. She tossed on some earrings on her way to the shoes she'd set out by the door, and tossed on her shoes while she grabbed her door key from the table just beside the door.
One minute - and she was locking the door and heading for the elevator. And 53 seconds later, after only a few quickly-taken steps, she knocked on the door to Matt's flat.
Cursing loudly around the knuckle she'd shoved into her mouth, Rose dropped her curling iron on the countertop and stared angrily at her hair. She couldn't get it right, no matter how hard she tried. It was 6:52, and she still hadn't dressed, and this was the third time she'd burned herself.
Mum would know what to do if she were here.
Rose put both hands on the edge of her bathroom counter and leaned forward, breathing out her anger. Mum would tell her to stop her fussing, do something Mum-like, and suddenly, Rose's hair would be perfect.
Mum wasn't here, and Rose suddenly felt like crying. Over what? She tossed her hair over her shoulder quickly, then smoothed it with her hand, trying to think of how Mum used to do it. It wasn't the same, but she still needed to get dressed.
"I mean, if you still want to --" she continued, rapidly losing the cool persona she'd been trying to pull off. But Matt smiled, then, and the smile really looked sincere, like he really meant it when he said he wanted to, when he said 7 was fine, when he said he was looking forward to seeing her... So maybe it was all right after all.
Rose rarely ever wore black, but tonight was special. She guessed it was silly, picking a LBD for a da... dinner (but... was it a date?) with someone who couldn't see. But Rose knew well enough that he could still make her form out, so she dressed carefully all the same, making certain that the dress on her made an absolutely perfect silhouette. Two minutes left. She tossed on some earrings on her way to the shoes she'd set out by the door, and tossed on her shoes while she grabbed her door key from the table just beside the door.
One minute - and she was locking the door and heading for the elevator. And 53 seconds later, after only a few quickly-taken steps, she knocked on the door to Matt's flat.