Jordan glanced at the clock on the wall of the bathroom. 6:42. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she hurried to pick up her pace for getting ready. Her hair was still dripping wet and she stood wrapped in a towel.
Woody whistled happily to himself as he messed with the collar of his shirt. He was debating whether or not to wear a tie. Eventually, he tossed the thing over the back of a chair. If he got nervous tonight he would just end up tugging on it all evening. And lord knows if anyone could make him nervous it was Jordan. He looked at the clock on the night stand to assess his timing. 6:47. He walked out into the living room to grab his wallet and keys, there was no way in hell he was going to be late tonight.
Her hair finally dry and her make-up done Jordan hurried into her bedroom. The clock by the bed caught her attention and she hurried to the closet. 6:53. She still didn't know what she should wear. Woody had said wear something nice. "I wonder where he is taking me?" she pondered aloud. Staring into her closet she rifled through her dresses finally pulling out a simple black one that stopped just above her knees. Perfect, she thought and rushed to get dressed.
Woody peered at his watch as he walked down the hallway to Jordan's apartment door. 6:59. He smiled as the numbers changed to read 7:00. Perfect, he thought raising his hand and knocking on the door.
Jordan opened the door when she heard the knock. Woody smiled at her from the doorway and then stood as if frozen. Jordan waited a moment before saying, "uh, Woods? Do you want to come in?"
He just stared at her for a moment more, before saying, "Yeah, of course." With that he stepped into the apartment and towards her. "Jordan, you look beautiful." He couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. Though, to him she was always beautiful. However, tonight she looked particularly radiant. With a smooth movement he reached up and touched her cheek leaning in to kiss her gently on the lips.
"Thanks," she whispered against his lips as he began to pull away. "We should probably get going."
Woody was still so close that Jordan felt his breath against her cheek as he responded, "Yeah, we have a reservation." Woody shifted around and placed one hand on the small of Jordan's back and led her through the door and out of the apartment.
As they drove into the Back Bay region of the city and parked in front of the restaurant, Jordan's breath caught in her throat. She had never been to a restaurant as nice as this. Despite that she knew what dinner cost here. "Woody…" she began in a hushed tone and he opened her door and helped her out of the car. "This is a really nice restaurant." Jordan was nice. It was a really nice restaurant, the kind where you paid and inordinate amount of money and chose dishes for many courses, rather than just picking something off the menu. "Woody, really, this isn't necessary," Jordan insisted grabbing a hold of his arm. "You don't have to impress me."
Woody stopped walking and turned to face her. He smiled. "Jordan, I am not trying to impress you. I am helping you enjoy you life." He grasped her hand and gave it a squeeze. "Besides, everyone should have an insanely fancy and romantic meal sometime for a date. There isn't anyone in the world I would want to share that meal with than you." With a grin and still holding her hand he moved towards the door. Jordan followed slightly behind him at first then matched his step and walked next to him. She had never imagined an evening like this.
The wait for a table had been short before the host had approached Woody and said, "Mr. Hoyt let me show you and Mrs. Hoyt to your table."
"Uh, actually we aren't marr..." Woody began to explain to the host who wasn't listening. Turning to Jordan, Woody was surprised to see her simply looking around the restaurant and taking it all in. He had expected her to be freaking out at the host's mistake but it seemed to have barely registered on her radar.
Once seated at the table Jordan looked at Woody and grinned. Usually she was happy with take-out or a Chimichanga wrapped in tin-foil but there was something special about going out to a fancy meal. Woody smiled back, he couldn't believe his luck. After everything he and Jordan were finally together and on a date, like a real couple. When they finally ordered Woody had an amazing pork-chop, which was enjoyed just as much by Jordan as by him. She herself had an equally amazing piece of seared tuna. Together they drank a bottle of fine wine and finally they finished off with unbelievable desserts which looked as wonderful as they tasted.
When they finally left the restaurant and walked to the car, Jordan paused as Woody opened the car door for her. "Woody?" she questioned quietly. "Why did you do this? I mean, why this fancy dinner?" She was worried; she hoped that he didn't think he needed to impress her to keep her interested in him or with him. She wanted him to know she loved him and that he didn't need to do all this, he was enough for her.
"Well," Woody began. "I just thought that we had done so much together. I mean we have eaten out together hundreds of time; we have spent so much time together. I needed to do something different than we ever have before." He paused, he was getting nervous. Why was she asking, had he chosen the wrong thing. He continued, "I mean, I thought that our first official date should be special. Something we would remember for all time. So I thought it should be something we had never done together. A fancy dinner seemed to fit that description and…" He stopped, he had been rambling nervously he rubbed the back of his neck.
Jordan smiled up at him, instantly relieving all his doubts. All her worries eliminated by his explanation. She quickly leaned up and kissed and then moving her mouth to his ear she whispered, "You didn't have to you know, I would have remembered tonight forever no matter what we did." With that she sat down in the car and Woody closed her door for her.
He smiled as he walked around to the driver's side and slid in. Turning towards her as he started the car he replied, "Me too."
The drive home was comfortable. Jordan's hand rested on top of Woody's which was gently rubbing her knee. They appeared more like a couple who had been together for years, much as the host had assumed at restaurant. As they parked at Jordan's apartment Woody again hopped out quickly and opened the door for her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder as they headed inside and up towards her apartment.
As they stood at her apartment door they both paused slightly awkward. Jordan's mind was going a million miles a minute. This was ridiculous, she thought, it isn't like this is our first kiss, not even close. Hell, if I invite him in it wouldn't even be like it was our first time sleeping together. It was still different and she knew it. This time it would be planned, it would be a conscious act on both of their parts. As Woody leaned in for a goodnight kiss Jordan knew it was a conscious act she knew she wanted. She reached a hand up behind Woody's neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. When they finally broke apart for air she whispered, "Come in?"
He nodded and kissed her again opening the door without ever moving away from her he half led, half carried her inside.
