Chapter Three~First...
It hadn't been more than a few days after he left the restaurant, before Serephina's phone chriped at her. Upon looking at it, an unknown number blinked on the screen. Almost immediately, she knew who it was supposed to be. She hit the little freen button and help the phone up to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Hello, am I wanting to speak with Serephina Proster."
A small smile graced her lips as she walked home. "This is she."
"Miss Serephina, how was the work day for you?"
"Um, it was fine, thank you. Is there something I can help you with?"
"Yes, you told me when you would be away from your job, which is when I could contact you."
"I did. And you have. So, what did you need to contact me for?"
"My advisors have recommended that I call you as soon as possible to make arrangments for..."
"For?"
"I do not know the word. A social engagment between two people when there is a mutual interest."
"A date. It's called a date."
"Yes, a date."
"Ok, so...why are your advisors telling you to call me for a date?"
"I would like to take you out for an evening meal. If you would find that agreable." She could hear the hint of hesitance in his voice. "I understand this is how one gets to know another in your society."
"It is...I think it would be nice to go out for once."
"Wonderful. Now, I am sure you still have to work on many days, so, if you will give me a day and time when you do not."
"The only day I have off this week is Saturday, two days from now."
"Very good. I will come by your home 7 o'clock on Saturday evening."
"Sounds good. Um...So, is there anything I should wear?"
"I do not understand. Do you often make practice of going on a date nude?"
"No, that's not what I meant. I meant, should I dress casually, or nice, or formal?"
"A dress will suffice. We shall not go anywhere you would not go in your currant financial station. I shall see you on Saturday. Arrekoon ahhaz*." Then he just hung up.
Surprised, Serephina stared at her phone for a few moments. By the time they had finished speaking, she was standing at her apartment door. "What the hell?" As if waiting for a cue, the door sprung open to reveil Linley with a huge grin on her face.
"Did he call?"
"How did you-"
"Oh, nevermind! Did he call?"
"Yes, but-"
Linley cut her off with a sqeal. She grabbed her friend's hand and yanked her through the door. "You have to tell me everything. Did he ask you out? Where are you guys going? Did he tell you what you should wear? Do you even own anything to wear on a date? Nevermind a date with Khal Drogo, but in general? Do you have any make-up? Because if not, I have a ton that we can use to make you sparkle like a diamond. What are we gonna do with your hair-"
"Linley!"
"What?" she asked innocently.
"One question at a time. My head is still spinning that he came back to the diner the other day."
"Did he ask you out?"
"Yes.
Another screach nearly made her ears bleed. "Where are you going?"
"I don't know. He just said that I should wear a dress. He didn't specify what kind, but he did say that it wouldn't be anywhere I wouldn't normally go."
Her friend's face turned down into a frown. "Well, that narrows it down. The only places you go is work and the market."
"I think he meant we wouldn't go somewhere I can't afford to go."
"Oh, well that simplifies things. When are you guys going out?"
"Saturday."
"EEEK! Come on, let's go raid your closet."
And that began the quest to find the perfect outfit for Serephina's first date. It started with Linley rummaging through her closet for skirts and dresses, then throwing things all over the room as she discarded those she didn't think would make the cut. It took nearly an hour of shifting through the few dresses that Serephina owned, having her try them on, and walk back and forth across the room. Finally, finally, the tiny blonde held up a dark green dress.
"This one. This is the only one that will even remotely cut it for the Khal." Serephina rolled her eyes. It was her favorite dress, not that she had many reasons to wear it. It was a deep v-neck with sheer sleeves and criss-crossed straps over her upper back and shoulders. Knee length in the front and at mid-calf in the back, it had a soft shine to it and was like water over the skin. "You are so letting me do your hair and make-up."
"Only my hair. You are not allowed anywhere near my face with that rainbow crap you use."
"You are such a party pooper."
"You've said that."
"Well, it's true. What Drogo sees in you, I don't understand."
"Maybe he likes party poopers. Maybe he needs someone to mellow him out a bit. That would explain why he doesn't want a Dothraki woman."
Her friend contemplaited that comment for a moment. "Maybe. I don't know. I mean, what's the point of a wife if you don't plan on partying a little bit," she bit her lip and winked suggestivly.
"That's gross. And who said anything about wives? I didn't say anything about a wife. he's probably just putting on a show for the press. Go out with the commoner, string her along, then go with a rich girl anyway."
"Oh, stop. I think he really likes you."
"I've met him twice, talked to him three times. He doesn't know me enough to like me."
"You're not that complex, darling. You are a very simple person, very easy to figure out." She sat her friend down in front of her vanity and started messing around with Serephina's unruly locks. "Any guy with half a brain and enough of an attention span could tell what you like."
"And what would that be, O Wise One?"
"You like anyone that will give you attention. That's why all your boyfriends are either loosers or assholes."
"Can we not talk about that stuff right now? I have no desire to remember the past."
"Right, sorry, sweety."
Saturday
7 p.m. rolled around faster than she would have liked, before she was even finished putting on her lipstick. She had literally just finished the light layer of nude lipstick and another quick spritz of hairspray to keep up her newly framed curls, when she heard a loud knock on the front door.
"Shit," she muttered. Sera stumbled over to her closet to grab her shoes and try to quickly stuff her feet into them. "Shit, shit, shit, shit."
"Oh, Sere-phiii-naaa," Linley sang from the living room. "You have a visitor."
"I know, gimme a damn second, woman!" Her feet where not cooperating with her. "Shit." She finally managed to get upright and composed. With a breath, she grabbed her purse and opened the door.
To Be Continued...
*-Until then.
