Newspaper Clippings: Preparation
A Rizzoli & Isles drabble by Gigi
A/N: Okay, in case you can't tell, I really like flustered Jane.
The numbers on the digital clock on her bedside table changed to read 7:00. Her doorbell was going to ring at 7:30. And Jane was still standing in front of her closet in her robe, completely at a loss of what to wear.
Rubbing her face with her hands, she quickly ran her fingers through her wild curls before once again taking inventory of her closet. She had four dresses. Four. And she was pretty sure Maura had seen her in all of them. For once she found herself actually wishing she'd had more of a penchant for shopping and dresses. That would make this a whole lot easier.
The clock now read 7:02. Normally, this whole preparing for a date thing went a whole lot smoother. But normally, Maura would be helping her get ready for the date. Now, Maura was the date. How dressy was this going to be? She didn't want to come on too strongly, but she didn't want to seem as if she didn't care. This entire situation took everything in her scant knowledge of dating and relationships and turned it on its head!
Breathe, Jane, she told herself. There's no need to panic. You're not going to an opera. You're having dinner. With Maura. At that Italian place. What was the name of it again? She shook her head. The name wasn't important. Okay. Italian. It wasn't going to be anything too fancy, so maybe she was just stressing out too much with the dresses? Surely she had something else to wear. A nice top or something. She turned to the other side of her closet and found herself facing numerous button-downs and scoop-neck plain shirts.
At this rate, Jane would be going on this date in her satin robe and tube socks.
A/N: Yeah, kind of a fluff piece, but it's a drabble. And it's cute! And and and and and review? Please? Please?