Sara stared into her closet, arms spread out, hands resting on either side of the doorframe. Her hazel eyes scanned her clothing; what to wear?
Lynda reached past Sara, and grabbed a flowy skirt that went a little past her knees. “This is cute.”
Sara touched the silky fabric. “Naw.”
Lynda threw it on the bed, hiding her annoyance at Sara’s pickiness. “Fine.” She looked over Sara’s shoulders, surveying the mass of clothes. She grabbed an ankle-length jean skirt, a slit knee-high to give you walking room, and at the bottom left was an embroidered flower. “This is cute!” Lynda exclaimed. She grabbed out a long-sleeved blouse. “This would look dashing on you.”
Sara sighed. “I dunno…Is ‘dashing’ even in right now?”
Lynda gave her an ‘who cares’ look. “It’s not too dressy…Look, don’t be so picky, he’s jus’ a guy.”
Sara chuckled. “All the more reason to look beautiful.”
“Guys never say a girl looks beautiful; takes too much. It’s always ‘oh, you look hot, baby!’ or ‘oh--’”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” Sara took the skirt and blouse. “I’ll wear it.”
After she dressed, Lynda did her make-up. Just put enough on to enhance Sara’s natural beauty.
An hour later, Sara was getting inside Logan’s car, heart pounding with excitement; her first REAL date with him. Way cool.
“You look very nice,” he complimented her.
“Thanks.”
“How many outfits did ya try on?” he teased.
Sara laughed. “This was the only one.”
A look of surprise flitted across his facial features. “Wow!” He chuckled, and Sara smiled; she liked hearing his husky laugh.
The drive to the restaurant took about thirty minutes. Sara hadn’t heard of the place before, but she could tell from the outside it was expensive.
Inside, they were seated by a young man who looked uncomfortable in his tuxedo. Sara wanted to laugh, but refrained from it.
When seated, Sara allowed herself the freedom of looking around, soaking up the romantic feel of the place. At each round, polished table was a white, lacy tablecloth. In the center were cute flower vases and two red roses. A good-smelling lit candle next to the vase gave the place an even more cozy, romantic feel; at least to Sara, who had never been to such a nice place before.
And from the ceiling were beautiful chandeliers, although the lights were dimmed.
Sara finally tore her eyes away, and looked at Logan. He was smiling tenderly at her. “It is wonderful!” she exclaimed. Then the joy faded. “Are…are you sure? I mean, it looks pretty pricy.”
He reached across the table, and closed his hand around hers. “For you, Sara, it’s perfect.”
Her heart melted. He was so sweet! She decided then she couldn’t image life, the entire rest of her days, without him. She knew it was silly, but it didn’t change her feelings.
She studied the menu, searching for something cheaper. “Um…a salad, rootbeer and a slice of cheesecake,” she told their waitress, who had eyes only for Logan. After she took his order and left, Logan looked at Sara.
“I’m pleased you don’t flaunt and flirt so boldly like that. Just makes a girl look desperate. Cheap.” He grinned at her. “That’s why I like you so much; you were content just being yourself, not out trying to hook up with guys.”
Sara smiled. And couldn’t wait to tell Lynda.
The rest of the evening went well, and the for the following day, Sara told Lynda everything. Some parts more than once.
“Wasn’t it so sweet what he said about me?” Sara remarked, a lovesick expression across her face.
“Sure.” Lynda was suspicious of Logan, he was too smooth. “Just…be careful.”
“Oh c’mon. I’m beginning to think you’re jealous.” Anger flashed across her face.
“Jealous? Of you and Logan? Whatever.” Lynda couldn’t believe it. “Just be careful; all I ask.”
Sara didn’t bother hiding the annoyance she felt. “Yeah, whatever.” She changed the topic of converstation. “We went and watched “Disturbia” after dinner.”
Lynda grinned. “My brother bought it.”
Sara returned the smile. “We’re gunna catch another movie on our next date.”
A frown creased Lynda’s brow. “You guys a couple?”
“Yeah! Oh, Lynda, I wanna marry him!”
Lynda smirked. “Oh brother.”
“I know…but he’s everything I want. Too good to be true.” A dreamy look floated onto her face.
“Which means it is,” she replied coolly. “What’s he hidin’?”
“Lynda!”
“Sorry. But, Sara, be careful.” Her eyes bored into Sara’s, completely serious.