Part 3
Jill eyed her reflection critically as she turned this way, then that. She
decided, after lengthy speculation, that this outfit was perfect for a friendly
date. She looked behind her sheepishly at the mounds of clothes strewn over
her bed. Not that she was worried about her date with Carlos, but a
"friendly" date had to be the hardest thing in the world to dress for! You
couldn't be too dressy, or too casual. However, she thought that her white
jean boot-cut capris and her lavender sleeveless top was a perfect choice.
It was now exactly 6:50, and she headed downstairs to wait for Carlos
on her front porch. When he pulled up in his newly washed white Cadillac
convertible, her eyebrows shot up. He looked like he was going to the
Oscars! Hair slicked back, and he was in gray pants and blazer with a white
shirt and a tie. "Oh, oh, Carlos, I-I'll be right back!" she stammered.
She ran inside and booked up to her room. "Who the heck dresses up
for going out on a friendly date?" she muttered as she pulled on her best gold
slinky dress and her matching gold heel sandals. She hastily applied
eyeshadow, mascara, blush and lipstick, and she arranged a golden wire
headband in her short blonde hair. She stepped back and admired her
reflection in the mirror before rushing back downstairs and out the door
again. Carlos was still sitting in his car and now his eyebrows shot up as Jill
stumbled down the stairs. She wasn't exactly used to running in heels. She
hopped in the car, and then they were off. "So, where are we going?" Jill
asked, her voice blithe. She didn't get dressed up often, and she was
discovering that she liked it. "You'll see. It's a surprise," Carlos replied.
They pulled up in front of a ritzy restaurant. "Carlos, I thought we
were just going out as friends," Jill looked at him. "What, friends don't go to
fancy restaurants?" he asked innocently. Jill shot him a look, and they went
inside. Carlos walked up confidently to the host. ", reservation for two," he
said. "Right this way, please," the man said, picking up two tasseled menus.
The restaurant smelled like fresh roses and soft, classical music was playing.
The deep red carpeting and forest green wall papering made Jill feel like it
was Christmas.
"Here we are," said the host, and he gestured to a table. Carlos pulled
Jill's chair out for her and she sat in it, smiling at him.
They had barely glanced at their menus when a tall, young man had
walked up to their table. "Hello, my name is Travis, and I will be your
waiter this evening. Can I start you off with some drinks?" he asked. "Yes,
we'll both be having the white wine of the day," Carlos answered. "No, I'll
have a Pepsi," Jill blurted. The waiter made a notation on his pad and was
off. "Carlos, you know I don't drink," she said, staring at him. "I'm sorry, I
forgot," he said oddly. "Excuse me, I have to use the restroom." He got up
and went off.
Jill was left alone with her thoughts. Carlos. This was a friendly date,
and he was acting like it was their honeymoon. She shook her head to clear
it. Weird.
Carlos was coming back now, and she had to pay attention to him.
She looked up and saw him bringing the drinks back himself. "What
happened to the waiter. "The bathrooms are right near the kitchens. I saw
him coming out just as I was coming out of the bathroom, and I told him I'd
save him a trip. Here you go," he said, setting her Pepsi down in front of her.
"Thanks," she took a sip. They began to talk about nearly everything under
the sun, carefully avoiding any mention of their experiences in Raccoon
City.
Jill suddenly realized that she was having trouble seeing. Her vision
was blurring "Jill, do you want to leave? You don't look so good," she heard
Carlos say in a faraway voice. It was all she could do to nod. Carlos got up,
took her arm and half-carried her out of the restaurant. He sat her in the
passenger side of the car and ran over to the drivers' side and they drove off.
Jill's eras were roaring. The roaring grew louder, and louder, and
LOUDER. Jill could barely see. Suddenly, it was all washed away and she
slumped and lost consciousness.
Carlos looked over at his date with satisfaction. He smiled.
Jill eyed her reflection critically as she turned this way, then that. She
decided, after lengthy speculation, that this outfit was perfect for a friendly
date. She looked behind her sheepishly at the mounds of clothes strewn over
her bed. Not that she was worried about her date with Carlos, but a
"friendly" date had to be the hardest thing in the world to dress for! You
couldn't be too dressy, or too casual. However, she thought that her white
jean boot-cut capris and her lavender sleeveless top was a perfect choice.
It was now exactly 6:50, and she headed downstairs to wait for Carlos
on her front porch. When he pulled up in his newly washed white Cadillac
convertible, her eyebrows shot up. He looked like he was going to the
Oscars! Hair slicked back, and he was in gray pants and blazer with a white
shirt and a tie. "Oh, oh, Carlos, I-I'll be right back!" she stammered.
She ran inside and booked up to her room. "Who the heck dresses up
for going out on a friendly date?" she muttered as she pulled on her best gold
slinky dress and her matching gold heel sandals. She hastily applied
eyeshadow, mascara, blush and lipstick, and she arranged a golden wire
headband in her short blonde hair. She stepped back and admired her
reflection in the mirror before rushing back downstairs and out the door
again. Carlos was still sitting in his car and now his eyebrows shot up as Jill
stumbled down the stairs. She wasn't exactly used to running in heels. She
hopped in the car, and then they were off. "So, where are we going?" Jill
asked, her voice blithe. She didn't get dressed up often, and she was
discovering that she liked it. "You'll see. It's a surprise," Carlos replied.
They pulled up in front of a ritzy restaurant. "Carlos, I thought we
were just going out as friends," Jill looked at him. "What, friends don't go to
fancy restaurants?" he asked innocently. Jill shot him a look, and they went
inside. Carlos walked up confidently to the host. ", reservation for two," he
said. "Right this way, please," the man said, picking up two tasseled menus.
The restaurant smelled like fresh roses and soft, classical music was playing.
The deep red carpeting and forest green wall papering made Jill feel like it
was Christmas.
"Here we are," said the host, and he gestured to a table. Carlos pulled
Jill's chair out for her and she sat in it, smiling at him.
They had barely glanced at their menus when a tall, young man had
walked up to their table. "Hello, my name is Travis, and I will be your
waiter this evening. Can I start you off with some drinks?" he asked. "Yes,
we'll both be having the white wine of the day," Carlos answered. "No, I'll
have a Pepsi," Jill blurted. The waiter made a notation on his pad and was
off. "Carlos, you know I don't drink," she said, staring at him. "I'm sorry, I
forgot," he said oddly. "Excuse me, I have to use the restroom." He got up
and went off.
Jill was left alone with her thoughts. Carlos. This was a friendly date,
and he was acting like it was their honeymoon. She shook her head to clear
it. Weird.
Carlos was coming back now, and she had to pay attention to him.
She looked up and saw him bringing the drinks back himself. "What
happened to the waiter. "The bathrooms are right near the kitchens. I saw
him coming out just as I was coming out of the bathroom, and I told him I'd
save him a trip. Here you go," he said, setting her Pepsi down in front of her.
"Thanks," she took a sip. They began to talk about nearly everything under
the sun, carefully avoiding any mention of their experiences in Raccoon
City.
Jill suddenly realized that she was having trouble seeing. Her vision
was blurring "Jill, do you want to leave? You don't look so good," she heard
Carlos say in a faraway voice. It was all she could do to nod. Carlos got up,
took her arm and half-carried her out of the restaurant. He sat her in the
passenger side of the car and ran over to the drivers' side and they drove off.
Jill's eras were roaring. The roaring grew louder, and louder, and
LOUDER. Jill could barely see. Suddenly, it was all washed away and she
slumped and lost consciousness.
Carlos looked over at his date with satisfaction. He smiled.