Jean studied the contents of her closet. Normally she had no problem deciding what to wear, but this was different. Tonight was her date with Roberto.
"Maybe the green sweater," she said to herself as she pulled out a green sweater with a gold bird woven on the front of it. She slid the sweater on and looked at herself in the mirror. For the briefest second, Jean didn't see her reflection, instead she saw a flamey background and herself, only her hair was wilder and she was wearing a skintight version of her bird sweater. Blinking Jean looked in the mirror again. This time everything was normal.
"Not dressy enough," she decided sliding the sweater off and looking through her clothes again. Finally she found what she was looking for.
Roberto glanced at his reflection on last time before grabbing the bouquet of flowers he had bought for Jean. While he was completely nervous, it didn't show on his perfectly tanned face. Jean wasn't downstairs yet so he waited for her by the base of the stairs. She had been so beautiful in her dance outfit he didn't think anything could top that image of her. He was soon proven wrong when Jean appeared at the top of the stairs.
Jean paused. Roberto was waiting for her, she could see him. Slowly she walked down the stairs. She had chosen to wear a pale purple tube dress with a flared skirt and a matching belt. Her hair was up in a bun made of several mini braids; some which hung loose down her bare shoulders.
"Hi, Roberto," she said softly taking in Roberto's nice khakis and unbuttoned white dress shirt which he was wearing over a navy blue t-shirt.
"These are for you," he said nervously practically shoving the blue flowers in Jean's face.
"Oh, wow, they're beautiful, Roberto," Jean whispered taking the flowers and trying to hide the hint of a blush that threatened to creep across her pale cheeks.
"You're more beautiful than the flowers," Roberto answered watching Jean slide the flowers into a vase. That comment caused Jean to blush brightly and nearly drop the flowers.
"T..t…thank you," Jean stuttered unable to collect her thoughts.
"Shall we get going?' Roberto asked trying not to think about how Jean being flustered made her even prettier. Jean nodded and allowed Roberto to lead her to his car.
"I picked this nice Jamaican style restaurant. I hope that's okay with you," Roberto said as he opened the car door for Jean.
"That's fine," she answered softly as they pulled out of the garage.