Hi guys- here part uno of their first date. (: I am sorry that it has taken so long, school has been a killer this week. I had three papers and two tests, so yeah.. This is fluff, I know, but I think it's exciting. First dates are always exciting. Btw, Sparks Steakhouse is real; it is where in 1984 (if my memory serves me right), John Gotti had Paul Castellano killed. They were members of the Gambino Crime Family, anywho, here is the update. Expect at least one more this weekend. (:Mood music - Clumsy by Fergie, Things That Never Cross A Man's Mind by Kellie Pickler.

BPOV

I was never so nervous, and I didn't even understand why. I considered myself a self confident person, but when I was with Edward, I just lost all control and acted like a little girl. He made me stomach do flip flops. It was like I was in high school again.

"Alice, can you help me curl my hair?" I was exasperated with my hair, it wasn't curling right and I was slowly losing my patience. I examined myself in the mirror; I didn't look half bad, even with the uncurled hair. Once again, I had used my connections to snag a dress for tonight. It came in last week with a sample collection and I feel in love with it. It was short, as most of my dresses were; my legs were one of my best features, but the colors in the dress was what I feel in love with. There were vibrant greens, pinks, yellows, and blues. I loved the dress, and doubted whether I would give it back.

"I don't understand why you are so nervous. It's not like you don't know him. You guys practically live on the phone." Alice pulled at strands of my hair so that they melted under her will. She had a way with a curling iron that I never understood.

"I know, but this is our first date, Alice. Our first date. That's a big step." I bit my lip nervously, "I mean, what if everything is different in person? There is a huge difference between on the phone and in person." I stretched my hands out for emphasis.

"Girl, for real? You need to chill. It's going to be great. Where are you meeting him?" Alice continued her assault my hair, curling, pinning, spraying. I didn't really care what she was doing; I just wanted to look effortless.

"Um, I'm not. He's picking me up." I smiled widely. It was a rare occurrence in our dating lives when we had a guy volunteer to pick us up, most of them just told you where to be at a certain time, but Edward had stressed he would pick me up and that was exciting.

"He's a keeper, and I think he's here." Alice let the curling iron fall into the sink as she sprayed me one last time, I had to admit, she did a great job with me. "Alright, you're ready to go. Have fun." She wrapped me into a tight hug before I went to get the door.

I opened the door, and I caught my breath. He was gorgeous in a pinstriped suit, accented with a blood red tie.

"Hi." I smiled as I welcomed him in. As he walked passed me, I caught a scent of his cologne, a strong scent that made me weak in the knees.

"You look amazing." He grabbed my hand, twirling me as he looked me over. "Are you ready? The car is waiting."

I took a deep breath, "Yeah, I'm ready."

EPOV

I waited at the door patiently as I heard movement inside the apartment; I could detect two voices, one probably belonging to one of her friends. I heard giggling and the shuffling of feet as the door finally opened to reveal a goddess. Her hair fell gently on her shoulders, the ends curling into loose waves that I just wanted to run my fingers through. Her dress accented her eyes, making then sparkle. She was gorgeous.

She invited me in. Her apartment was cute, very girly. I knew how surprised she was when I stressed I was going to pick her up, it seemed as though she wasn't used to someone who went that extra mile for her. One point for me.

I ushered her out the door as she said goodbye to her friend who introduced herself as Alice; I had a great night planned and I was anxious to begin it.

The conversation was light as we rode through the city; we talked about her job, my job, friends, family, and a host of other simple topics. We were having dinner at my favorite restaurant, Sparks Steakhouse in Manhattan. Of course, it had a torrid history when it came to my line of work, but it still remained a favorite with me.

"So, where are you taking me?" She asked quietly as she drew designs on the leather seat.

"A place that I am fond of." I was being vague intentionally, it allowed me more control and that was something that I enjoyed. Although, that was no secret, look at my choice of profession. I was still debating on what to tell her if she pried anymore into my professional life. She accepted the idea that I was in construction management, and did not press the issue anymore that necessary, but if we were going to get serious, she had to know a bit more than everyone else.

She smiled at my coyness; luckily she thought it was attractive in some form. We continued small talk until the car came to a stop and the driver opened our door. I eased out first and helped her out, practically lifting her to the curb. The night was electric in the city, the lights were bright and the streets practically buzzed with people talking and walking. It was a warm summer night that invited people into the street.

"Edward, it's so good to see you." Paul, Sparks' owner, greeted us at the door. "How is everything?"

"Good, good. How is Emily?" I inquired.

"She's good, busy though. The twins just started kindergarten." Paul beamed with pride as he ushered us through the waiting line of people and into one of the reserved rooms. "Well, enjoy your dinner and let me know if you need anything." I shook his hand as he stepped out of the room, slipping him a 50 on the way; he always treated me well when I came.

Then we were alone.