A/N: To stave off the disappointment from the last update, here are our faves getting ready for their first date. Enjoy!
"What about this one?" asked Michonne as she held up a teal colored sun dress that had thin straps and would have fallen just below her knees.
Andrea tilted her head and looked as if she were thinking extremely hard.
"It's okay," she answered. "But you're going to the Laughing Skull afterwards and those stools aren't the most comfortable."
"True," replied Michonne. "But we're still going to have an early dinner first so I want to be presentable."
"Girl, you are always presentable," said Andrea. "But I know what you mean."
It had been two weeks since Rick had cancelled his date with Michonne, but they had secured tickets to a comedy club for their first meeting. Now, as Michonne held her arms out while Andrea draped items of clothing over them, her excitement for the following evening was building.
"You also want something sexy," Andrea added. "But not too sexy that the man can't focus on the comedy acts."
Michonne let out a chuckle as Andrea handed more garments to her. She then stepped into the dressing room to try them on. The women continued to speak through the curtain.
"I guess it's like any other date," Michonne said, her voice sounding muffled from pulling her top over her head. "More like a blind date except you know what they look like. Actually, it's nothing like a blind date. It's a thing all its own. Shit!"
"You okay?" asked Andrea.
"Yeah, my earring just got caught in my top," she replied. "What was I sayin'?"
"How this date isn't like other dates," Andrea reminded her.
"Oh, right. Yeah, it isn't like anything I've done before and I'm a little nervous," said Michonne as she stepped out from the curtain with the teal dress on. She patted the fabric down and did a little twirl for her friend.
"That color is great on you, so we'll throw it on the 'maybe' pile," said Andrea. "And don't be too nervous. He's a police officer…"
"Which means he could get away with killing me!" said Michonne, only half-jokingly before she went back behind the drapes.
"True, but I don't think that's gonna happen on the first date, second date maybe," she joked.
"Shut up!" said Michonne playfully. "You're meant to be reassuring me."
She stepped out from the curtain again with a form fitting black skirt that was high at the waist and hung just below her knees and a simple white top.
"Sorry," said Andrea. "You know you'll be fine and I love this look on you. It's simple but elegant. Toss it on the 'maybe' pile."
"Is everything gonna be worthy of the 'maybe' pile for you?" Michonne asked.
"Maybe," was Andrea's reply.
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Rick stood inside the men's room at the restaurant and looked at himself in the mirror. He had debated whether or not he should shave his beard, but reasoned he always wore it that way and Michonne should get to meet him like that in case they would go on another date. Though he was feeling nervous about their first date, he really hoped there would be a second date. Just then, his phone started to vibrate; he smiled when he saw Michonne's name on his screen.
"Hello?" he answered, still trying to calm his excitement.
"Hi, Rick. I'm on my way now. About ten minutes away. My friend is gonna drop me off at the venue. Where are we meeting?" she asked.
"I'm here now," he replied. "Just hop out at the front. I'll wait for you there."
"Okay," Michonne said. "What will you be wearing? So I can pick you out of the crowd."
"Um, just a black top and jeans," he answered. "Then again, I saw five other guys like that just before."
Michonne chortled at his admission, "Hopefully I don't walk up to the wrong guy and introduce myself."
"Yeah, I hope not," said Rick with a smile. "I don't want some other guy stealin' my date."
She giggled once more before asking, "Can you take a selfie and send it to me? To be sure I go up to the right man."
"Ah, yeah. Sure, I can do that," he answered.
"I just posted one on Instagram so have a look and you'll know who I am when you see me," Michonne advised.
"I don't think I could miss beautiful lady like you," Rick offered, causing Michonne to beam brightly.
"Smooth, Rick," she said. "Very smooth."
They ended their calls and then Michonne heard a message come through on her phone; she opened it and saw a very handsome, but nervous looking Rick staring up at her. She could not help but smile as she felt the butterflies in her stomach.
Rick waited outside of the venue for his date. Standing away from a few of the people who had amassed there, he took his phone and went to Michonne's Instagram. Right away, he found the picture she had just posted. Her radiant smile made his heart skip a beat; he was lost in her eyes as he stood there staring at her picture. He did not hear the sound of high heels against the pavement as she came to stop in front of him.
"Rick?" asked Michonne, causing him to start; he put his phone away and then glanced at the woman before him.
He went to answer but his breath actually hitched when he laid eyes on her lovely face. He realized in that moment that none of the pictures he had stared at on his screen did justice to the glowing beauty who smiled sweetly at him.