"What do I wear?" I thought to myself as I pulled my hair up into a long ponytail. My eyes glimmered with anxiety from underneath the makeup, and I could feel my hands start to sweat. Why should I be worrying, you may ask. Well, to be honest, I didn't know either. All I knew was that I really wanted to look good when I met Marlin at the bar. Rummaging around in my closet, I decided on a pair of black dress pants and a crimson sweater to go with my heels. Looking at myself in the above my bed, I thought I looked pretty good. The pants outlined my figure nicely, while the sweater showed a nice amount of cleavage, but not so much that it made me look slutty. I pulled on my black trench coat and walked out of my room, keeping my breathing slow.
I was about to go outside when I heard a low whistle from behind me. "Where are you headed, gorgeous?" Rock's voice was light and exuberant, but as I turned to glare at him, I saw him looking slightly worried.
"To the bar." I said, opening the door, "Why do you care?"
Rock knitted his brows together, "Well aren't you going to be cold?"
I looked down at my outfit again, trying to see what he meant. I will admit, my clothes were very thin and didn't really provide warmth, so it did give him a reason to worry. "I'm fine." I said reassuringly, smiling softly, "My trench coat is very thick. I'm sure it's warm inside the bar as well."
"Do you want me to walk you there?"
I rolled my eyes at his suggestion, but the look in his eyes told me he was just making sure that I would be safe on my way over. Sighing, I nodded and started walking out into the night. Rock followed me at a slow pace, his eyes astray on the sky. It was then that I noticed that, well, Rock was fairly attractive. His blonde hair fell over his brown eyes, giving them a warm look that welcomed any girl in. I felt myself examining his facial structure, my eyes dropping down as I saw the outlines of the muscles in his shirt.
He must have noticed me looking, because when I looked back up, his eyes were locked on mine. We stopped there and stood, not really saying anything to each other. My legs were becoming jelly under his gaze, but I forced myself to stand up. It felt like he was piercing into my soul, the way his eyes searched my face, and I could barely make out the encrypted message in his. Suddenly, he smiled.
"We're here." He said, looking above me. I turned around and saw that he was right; we were right in front of a small house labeled "Blue Bar". I sighed and looked back at him, lost for words.
"I'll…. Uhm… Thanks…" I managed to get out before I disappeared into the bar.