Wednesday appeared to be a big day for both Ethan and Benny. Ethan would be going with Sarah as she shopped for dresses, and Benny would finally take Fayette on the rest of their date.

Time never ticked as slowly than on that day for the two best friends. But once the school day had ended, neither felt quite ready.

"Good luck," Benny said to Ethan, who looked surprisingly calm.

"Thanks. You, too. Try not to accidentally magic her foot off, or anything."

Benny gave a hearty fake laugh. "Fine, I take it back. No good luck for you." He pretended to reach into the air and take back his good luck.

Ethan shrugged, smiling. "I'll be fine without it."

The two went in their separate directions, off to meet different girls for different reasons. Despite their expectations, neither could predict the outcome of the day.

"Hey, there. Ready to go?" Sarah was in the driver's seat of her car, as Ethan climbed into the passenger's side. He gave her a smile and a nod, and off to the dress shops they went. "Since I can't exactly see myself in the mirror, I will fully need your honest opinion on each dress. I know that's asking a lot from a guy, but I trust you."

Ethan's heart did a little flip at that statement. "I promise, I won't let you down."

"Thank you." They drove along, listening to music the whole way there. Luckily, they didn't need to fish for conversation because the shop resided fairly close by.

The tiny shop, painted a putrid pink on the outside, was nearly filled to the rim inside with dresses. They had one tiny space in the corner devoted to a singular fitting room, and a rickety chair sat outside that door. That was where Ethan remained while Sarah went searching through the dresses not only to find ones she liked, but ones that were her size, her price range, and either black or white.

"This is ridiculous," even she proclaimed, walking to the fitting room with a pile of dresses in her hands. "I'll try to be quick."

She'd only picked out seven dresses to try on, but soon realized that one of the seven that she'd mistaken for black was actually a navy blue. Ethan saw no difference, but to Sarah, it mattered.

Each one she tried on, Ethan gave his honest opinion. The first one was too unlike something she'd wear. The second one had too much 'poof' as Ethan described it. The third looked less like a high school dance dress, and more like a blanket. On the fourth, Sarah had trouble with the zipper. "I feel weird asking you this, but you could zip this for me?"

Ethan stood up, walking over to her as she pushed her hair aside. He took a light hold of the zipper, but it wouldn't budge. "You don't have a proper grip on the zipper."

He tried again, and this time proved successful. She spun around in her dress so he could have a better view, and he just gawked. If he had to give his honest opinion, words wouldn't even cover it. "This one," he just said instead.

The dress draped down past her feet. She had to stand on her tiptoes just so she wouldn't stumble over it. It was form-fitting and black lace, tying at a white ribbon around her waist. At the bottom, the fabric bunched up to reveal white lace. At the top, near her sleeve, was one small, red lace rose. "You don't think the red ruins it?" she asked.

"Not at all. I don't know much about dresses, but I'm pretty sure none of the other ones you have in there will amount to this."

Sarah twirled in her dress, beaming. "I like it, a lot. And it's on sale! Okay, I'm definitely getting this one. Thank you," she said, walking over to Ethan to hug him.

Putting her arms around his neck, she gave him a quick embrace. Trying to step back, she nearly tripped over her dress, but Ethan caught her around the waist. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, before Sarah tucked her hair behind her ear and said, "I should probably change clothes now."

Ethan let her go, unsure of what just happened.