"Rosie, when will you be back?"
My mother asked be with a serious face. Probably because she's been protective lately but it was just a parent thing.
"Probably before dinner!"
I said while putting on my shoes at the door. The outfit I wore was just something above my daily clothes, nothing fancy yet it perfectly shows my beautiful features.
I wore a bodycon dress that has a floral black patter that perfectly ends right before my bunion highlighting my pearly white feet I've been taking care of for years now while wearing my favorite loafers.
My hairstyle was a nice fit with it while also giving me a chance to use my glasses that perfectly fits my bag and earrings.
Anyhow it gave me confidence that day while also getting complements from my friends. As expected of my bloodline and my fashion sense.
"I'm gonna go now" I said while leaving quite quickly. I don't wanna be late as the first impression for him.
I arrived a few minutes early expecting he's not there yet but suddently, he walked into my view he made my mood much brighter, and calmer than before as if he had an aura to make me feel safe.
As his eyes met mine, I felt a shock so sudden it made my heart beat faster.
What, why am I feeling this? Am I getting nervous? Or is it..
Before I can even think about it he was already waving at me. "Hi there beautiful" greeting me while wearing the most criminally beautiful clothes that makes any women look and fall.
When he finally walked up to me, I almost forgot how to breathe. It wasn't like I hadn't seen him in casual clothes before, but something about today was different.
The usual school uniform that made him blend into every other boy in class was gone, replaced with a light blue button-up that somehow made him look older and gentler too, like the afternoon sky had chosen him as its reflection.
His sleeves were rolled up just enough to reveal his attractive forearms, and I hated how my heart skipped at such a simple detail. Jeans that's neat, dark, and fitted gave him this quiet confidence, like he had stepped out of the pages of a story instead.
The watch on his wrist caught a glimmer of sunlight, and I remembered him once saying it was a gift. I wondered if he wore it today because it mattered to him… or because he wanted to matter to me.
And then there were his sneakers. Spotless, almost too new, as if he had been saving them for today. Just that thought made warmth spread through my chest.
He had dressed up not for anyone else, but for this moment, for this date. For me. But does he even know? Does he do this with everyone? Am I special to him? I kept thinking if this is for me and I hope so.
I smiled before I could stop myself, hoping he wouldn't notice the way my heart was already betraying me. "Hi." Replying so blandly while staring at him was such an embarrassment.
I can't possibly say that he's a lady killer right now and I can't even tell him that my heart is killing me already.
"You're nervous? Shall we go get something to drink first?"
My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag as I looked up at him, a quick laugh slipping past my lips before I could stop it.
"Maybe just a little," I admitted, how can I not be nervous when the hottest guy in the place is talking to me? My cheeks warming despite the casual way I tried to say it. "But… yeah, something to drink sounds nice. I think it'll help me relax."
I shifted ny gaze to the side, hoping he wouldn't notice how my heart was thundering profusely. It's just a gesture of appreciation.
I reminded myself, but the thought of sitting across from him, just the two of us, was enough to make my stomach flutter with a nervous excitement I couldn't quite hide.
Goodthing he didn't notice and they day continued on with myself struggling to stay calm with his heart stabbing gestures.
That day we got a bit closer.