He had finally convinced her to go to dinner with him. It had to be somewhere quiet where they wouldn't be noticed, and Sebastia had insisted on buying some temporary hair dye, but he had convinced her to go. So why was he pacing the floor of his flat? Because their reservation was at seven, it was ten minutes 'til, and she wasn't at his flat yet. He sighed and flopped down in his chair. She was fine, he was sure, just late. Nothing to worry about.
Just about that time she burst through the door with a dress bag and a pair of heels in hand. Her hair was a deep chestnut that didn't quite suit her like blond did. "I'm so sorry I'm late. Just give me five minutes, okay?" John nodded and she hurried off to his room to change.
When she emerged, she flashed him another apologetic smile. He barely saw it though. He was too busy taking in her dress. It was a soft, flowing, pale red dress that fell just about her knees. She twirled once, grinning. "Do you like it?"
He smiled crookedly. "You look amazing."
They were late for their reservation, but the restaurant wasn't busy. That was why they had picked it, after all. They talked and laughed, and she stole food from his plate. They split a piece of cake, and she smudged icing on his nose. He got her back by eating most of the cake.
He'd been helping her for a while, but for the first time he felt like maybe, just maybe, she could be his.