Nine

Sight


Jin knew she wasn't going to show up. Why would she show up? What was so special about Jin that would make Molly want to show up on their date? Why would pretty, funny Molly want to spend time with stuffy, boring Jin? All these thoughts raced through Jin's head as he waited outside the Brass Bar, nervously tugging at the sleeves of his coat. It was nearly 4:00; would she be late? Would she stand him up? Would she even bother to remember that they had a date tonight? He was a wreck, to say the least. But he kept his face calm; he never was one to let emotions get the better of him.

"I'm sorry I'm late," Molly said, startling Jin as she walked up from behind. Spinning around, Jin was expecting to see the familiar Molly he knew; slightly mussed hair, work clothes, dirt smudged on one cheek. But what he saw was much different.

Molly was a sight for sore eyes. Dressed in a pretty light-pink dress Jin hadn't know she'd owned, her hair was smooth and shiny, and her face was miraculously dirt free. And was she wearing make-up? She was radiant, to say the least. Jin tried not to gape, but it was hard.

"Sh-shall we go in?" Jin finally stuttered, holding the door to the bar open. Molly smiled that nose-wrinkling smile Jin liked, and stepped through the door.