Thread: Date Nights (Kara and Crescent)

The moment between my knock and hearing the sound of stirring from within the flat seems a lot longer than it is. As I wait, I look around, finding myself starting to feel a little nervy. I had lied to my flatmate and I hadn't told anyone where I was going tonight. I couldn't help but feel like I was doing something kinda wrong. Not that there was anyone around to see me as the neighbourhood was almost deserted at this time of night. I can tell from the design of the buildings that these were old homes, most likely many of them occupied by the elderly. I suddenly hear movement from inside, snapping me out of my thoughts and almost instantly the door opens. I look up to see your familiar smiling face and friendly demeanor as you welcome me and gentlemanly offer you hand to me. My last interaction with you besides a text message had me see that friendly demeanor drop for the first time. It was something else, something that made me uncomfortable. I hadn't really known what I would see tonight, and I'm somewhat relieved that it's the familiar guy I know, despite how odd the setting is. My slightly sullen and apprehensive attitude towards you is caught somewhat off guard, and I reply to your greeting with a conservative smile. yeah, I said I would I reply, as you step aside to let me in, quite glad to get off of the doorstep despite no-one being around to see me. You step back in behind me after closing the door and your hand quickly moves to my shoulder. The soft cotton fabric of my cardigan is thin and despite it only being a light touch I can feel it. Being quite jumpy and wary I shrug you off instinctively. While it doubled to keep me warm and I was wearing it in the style of a jacket, it was part of my outfit. However this wasn't going to work if I'm not willing to at least relax and it only took my brain a moment to process this. A quite apologetic smile crosses my face as I look back at you. Sure I say, an apprehension and nervousness in my voice that you probably expected, and a tenseness in my shoulder, but I shrug the fabric off as you take it from me. Will my car be OK there? I ask with my back to you as my eyes doing a quick scan around the room. I immediately notice that it's fairly spacious with most of the furniture dotted around the rooms perimeter, although the walls are exposed in some areas. The one room appears everything but the bathroom which I assume is behind the closed wooden door. It's clear to me that it isn't lived in, and I can smell my own perfume and hairspray quite clearly despite not making a special effort with it. the room offering little in the way of aroma. My eyes first catch, and slightly linger on the bed, it's hard not to given it's large, old fashioned and clearly the most modern thing in the room is the large white mattress. The significance of this is lost on me as I continue to gaze around a wooden wardrobe, wooden upholstery and the odd ornamental piece. A couch, a very small kitchen area, and finishing it off was the small wooden round table with the wine and glasses. You would have known from our conversation at the bar that I rarely drink, having chosen to have a soda that night. Having finished taking in the room I turn back to you. I don't realize it but the last minute tweaks my flatmate had made to my blouse along with the simple removal of my cardigan presents you with a difference appearance to the one I had desired. My shoes were black and unremarkable. My black nylon trousers meet them loosely at my heel yet tighten the further up my long slender legs that they go. The pink button down blouse was now untucked and the top buttons are open. It's not enough to reveal even a glimpse of my treasures that swell modestly underneath, yet enough to make the next button down a tease. Capping off the look is my beautiful hair, something I've spent a lot of time and money on. My stylish, brunette bob frames my pretty, studious face and features nicely. At the same time it leaves my neck very much bare and exposed and makes my naturally pale skin more noticeable. Without my cardigan and with the blouse untucked, I am more reminiscent of a part time college worker in a cafe than anything else.