Luke stood in front of your house straightening his tie and worrying about whether or not he was dressed too formally. He patted a small, cubic box in his pocket, making sure it was still there before breathing a nervous sigh. The night was rather chilly, so it was a relief when he heard the sound of clicking heels growing louder and the door opened. The sight before him stunned him into silence for a few minutes before a breathless "wow" escaped his lips.
Letitia blushed and folded her hands in front of her skirt shyly. "Is it too much?" She spun, letting green fabric rustle across the floor. Her dress had a green bust, a green, pleated skirt, a gold belt, and a gold halter strap. "You said formal, but I don't know-"
"It's perfect," Luke cut her off. "I was actually just thinking the same thing, so we can be over-formal together." The words tumbled over each other in a rush from Luke's mouth. He held out his hand with a flash of pearly white teeth. "Now, your carriage awaits." Amusement sparkled in his green eyes.
Laughter bubbled up from Letitia's throat as she took his hand and followed him to the passenger side of his car. "Well aren't you quite the prince?"
"Just a prince?" Luke chuckled, opening the door for her. "I like to think of myself as more of a king."
"A king! Well!" Letitia giggled and pulled her trailing skirt inside before Luke closed the door. When he climbed in the driver's side, she asked, "So where exactly are we going, anyway?"
"Well… I shouldn't tell you yet, but we're going to Charlemagne's for dinner, then to the Museum of National History for the unveiling of the new piece."
"Luke! No…" she gasped in surprise. "But how did you get tickets?"
"I have friends."
"I'm shocked."
Luke stuck his tongue out at her before reversing out of the driveway and pulling out onto the road. The light from the streetlamps shone on his short, black, slicked-back hair. His face always managed to look sad, his eyes drooping a little even when the corners of his lips were turned up. Letitia always got lost in his deep, emerald gaze when he looked at her, and in scrutinizing his face when he wasn't. 'I am the luckiest person in the world.'
"Oh, I almost forgot to mention Theo told me to give this to you," Luke said and handed over an envelope he had in the breast pocket of his suit jacket.
"Really?" Letitia raised an eyebrow and took the envelope. It opened easily and she pulled out a piece of what looked to be a Poptarts box with a hastily scribbled note on it.
Play safe. :P
"Okay…?" A visit to the museum wasn't exactly the most dangerous venture, so the note made no sense. Letitia set it in the cup holder and noticed a small package sitting in her lap that must have fallen out of the envelope when she removed the note.
"Ah!" The packet was thrown out onto the busy highway. Both the scream and the erratic motions elicited a confusion-filled glance from Luke.
"What was it?" he asked with a note of apprehension in his voice.
"Sometimes I swear that your brother is the most ignorant man in the world." You shook your head, trying not to laugh.