Prompt: Henry has never seen Elizabeth wear this color before, but it just might be his favorite thing in the entire world.
Henry waited at the restaurant, bouncing his leg nervously. He'd gone out with Elizabeth Adams a total of three times before, and he was already absolutely head-over-heels for her. She was not only easily the most intelligent person he'd ever known, but also easily the most gorgeous. She was witty and hilarious, and she kept him constantly on his toes. She could debate anything with him, and Henry couldn't get enough of the mysterious blonde with the prettiest smile he'd ever seen.
As he waited on her to arrive for their fourth date, he found himself more excited than he could ever remember being for a date...except perhaps his last one with Elizabeth. He shook his head, smiling to himself as he thought about the whole ordeal. He'd never been as happy as he'd been since he and Elizabeth had started going out. In fact, he was so lost in thought that he didn't notice the subject of his wandering mind as she approached the table he'd secured for them.
That is, until her voice broke into his thoughts and he looked up, only to have his breath stolen away instantly by the girl standing before him.
She was a little more dressed-up than usual, wearing a dress instead of the typical boyfriend jeans she'd been wearing when they met. The dress, which was just a little low-cut and the hem of which brushed against the skin just above her knees, was a deep, rich red, the color of red velvet cake. Her blonde curls stood out against the material and the dress contrasted the smooth lightness of her skin.
Henry had never seen Elizabeth in red, but he had just decided that he couldn't get enough of it.
"Cat got your tongue, McCord?" Elizabeth teased. Henry laughed, shaking his head as he stood to hug her. Even as she gave him what could easily have been identified as a friendly hug, his heart was hammering against his ribs in some desperate attempt to break free and get to Elizabeth.
If Henry hadn't been a goner before, he certainly was now.
Elizabeth smiled at him as she sat down beside him, and Henry's eye was drawn to the fluttering cap sleeves that adorned her shoulders.
"Okay," Elizabeth laughed. "Are you going to stare at me like that all night?"
Henry could feel his cheeks flushing slightly at being called out, looking down at the surface of the table.
"It's kind of hard not to," he admitted with a glance back up at her. She looked down at her dress and then back at him.
"Why?" she inquired, and Henry could have sworn she was trying to kill him, the way she was looking at him.
"Um," he began, "I- it's just that I've never seen you wear that color before," he said. "It's...nice."
"Nice?" Elizabeth repeated, eyebrows raised.
"Um...well, yes," Henry stuttered. "Among...other things."
Elizabeth couldn't help but laugh. Damn, he was cute. Especially when she got him all flustered with a dress that she'd worn for that exact purpose.
"Okay," she said. "I'll lay off the teasing now, you look like you need a break."
Henry laughed as she took a sip of the water that they waiter had left on the table. She smiled slightly across the table at him, and Henry McCord was thinking that, really, she could wear any color and he would still be speechless every time she walked into a room...but if she wore that one?
Well, that was pretty much just the cherry on top.
