She held up her blue dress. It was low cut, but maybe it would still come across as cute? No, it looked like she was trying too hard. She went back to her closet, and started frantically pulling out clothes. There was that gray dress… no, too short. Red dress? No, too strong. Purple dress? No, too… just not right. She sighed. She thought about pulling on her favorite black turtleneck. Except then she remember the last time she wore it…

It was on a date with this really classy guy she met on the train. He was a lawyer by day, drummer in a local band by night. They went to Casablanca, a bar just outside of D.C. It was a cold October night, so she wore her lucky turtleneck just in case. They were sitting by a moonlit window, enjoying the slow jazz coming from the stage. She thought they were getting along just fine until she made a Kilgore Trout joke. She thought it was hilarious, but he had no idea what she was talking about. She tried to explain it, but only kept digging herself into a nerdy hole. The lawyer didn't call her back the next day.

Even though Morgan appreciated talking about Kurt Vonnegut, she didn't want to take any chances. All of a sudden, she saw it. Her cute little black dress. Can't go wrong with that, right? She pulled it on and looked in her mirror. It showed just a little cleavage. Little enough that it was still appropriate, but enough that it would keep Morgan… interested.

The doorbell rang. She put on her locket, grabbed her black clutch, and went to answer the door.

"Hey, Morgan," she casually smiled. She wanted him to know she was interested, but she didn't want to seem needy or pathetic or clingy. Inside, she was sweating. She hated dating.

"Prentiss." His eyebrows seemed to do a little dance. That was a good thing, right? "Hey." She smiled. "I thought I'd take you to Casablanca. Been there before?"

"Uhhh…" Prentiss faltered. She didn't want to repeat her last date. "Yeah, once before, I think."

"Good. It's one of my favorite bars. And tonight's Jazz Night. The dance floor's calling me," he said while he winked at her. He was so gorgeous. His gray button-down was just tight enough to show off his muscles. Truthfully, she couldn't wait to dance with him. "By the way," he said as she shut the door behind her, "you look stunning in that dress. Absolutely stunning."

She smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. She had a feeling that this was going to be a good night.