AUTHORS NOTES: I own nothing, this little creative...wave lol...came from nowhere and I've got a couple chapters of this story done already. I think I like it. Tell me what you think though :)

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Thursday night had creeped up on Trish in no time. She stood infront of the mirror in her dress, fixing her hair. She looked good, as always...and she smiled. She was excited about tonight for some reason. She hummed to herself as she finished her hairdo. She looked at the clock-5:45. 'Perfect.' She thought. She slipped on her shoes, and grabbed her purse. Then she headed down to the hotel lobby and to her car that was waiting for her.

Within 10 minutes, she reached the restaurant. She told the seating hostess who she was to meet, and was led to a table by the stage. Dave had been waiting for her. Being a gentleman, he got up and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. "Hey...you're just on time." It was almost exactly 6:00 when she reached his table. He pulled out a chair for her and tucked her in before seating himself across from her.

"I ordered for you already, because I wanted you to try the pasta. It's to die for." he said with a chuckle. He knew she was a pasta freak.

Trish smiled. "Thanks...you know me so well." Trish wanted to kick herself with her pointy stilettos right there for not being head over heels in love with this man.

The couple chatted it up for awhile, before the food was brought over to the table. At about 6:45, the stage was filled with a band, and swing dancers.

Trish was in awe. Not only was the music amazing, but the dancing! "Dave...this is unbelievable. I never knew swing dancing was that...I can't even describe it!"

Dave laughed. "Well I'm glad you're having a good time." He smiled at her.

Trish looked at him for a couple of minutes. 'Okay...maybe this is why goodbye's so hard."

After they had finished eating and the band had left the stage, Dave asked for the check and paid. He took Trish by the hand and led her to her car.

The two sat in the silent darkness, looking at the summer night sky for what seemed like hours.

Trish surprised herself and broke the silence. "Where are you planning on going after this?"

"I don't know. Hotel I guess." was his answer.

Trish knew he had drank a few glasses of wine, and she didn't want to take any chances letting him drive himself home. "Here, get in my car." she said, as she unlocked the doors.

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