Samantha McCall was nervous. Like full on, first date nervous. She hadn't felt like this in years. With Jason, she had never been nervous; everything had just felt right. Now, she was nervous because of Patrick. But it wasn't bad. She was excited about going out with him. In fact, she had been looking forward to it all day, and last night too. Carly had teased her mercilessly about it, but Sam had hidden her true feelings about the date and Carly had finally let it go. Which, considering it was Carly, was something.
Just then, her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey! I just wanted to let you know the glasses were finally delivered this afternoon after you left so we will be able to open on time. I did call the company though, and let them have it," said Carly.
"Oh good. And why am I not surprised you called them? They said that with such a large order they might take longer to ship."
"Well, I'm impatient. I want our club-restaurant to open soon, and for everything to go smoothly. Is that asking for too much?"
Sam laughed and said, "Okay, thanks for letting me know. Now why are you really calling?"
"Because I'm downstairs in the lobby and I think you should invite me up to the Penthouse to help you decide what you're going to wear."
Sam groaned. "Carly. I am a grown woman who has gone on plenty of dates. I can figure out what to wear."
"You forget Sam, I own this place, so I can get in anywhere."
Sam turned around and saw Carly come bursting through the door. Sam shook her head, but she wasn't surprised. I can't believe we actually get along like this. I wouldn't have believed it if someone had told me a year ago that I would be friends with her.
"Okay, now let's see your options Sam. Do you know where you're going?"
"Yeah, he called me earlier. We're going to Mauricio's and then dancing."
"Ooh how romantic. You sure this is a…what did you call it? 'Not a big deal date?' Sounds like one to me."
"Shut up Carly. It is what it is. Now, hurry up and pick something out with me so I can get ready. I only have about an hour and a half."
"I knew I should have came upstairs earlier," Carly said, as if Sam had kept her away. Sam laughed and led the way towards her closet. Thanks to the show she worked on, she had plenty of outfit choices. Sam sobered slightly, thinking that she only had the job because she had helped find a cure for the virus epidemic that had taken the life of her brother, and almost her then-fiancée Jason. But that was all in the past.
After about 15 minutes, they finally agreed on an outfit choice. Sam ushered Carly out the door, although she wouldn't be surprised if Carly lingered around downstairs, with some crazy excuses as to why she needed to be here at the Metro Court. Sam headed into the shower. Yes, there was no denying it, she thought as she lathered her hair. I am so excited!
