Jace was waiting outside our apartment, smiling, looking very handsome in his black tuxedo. He looked at me. He looked stunned. I blushed scarlet. I was wearing a knee-length, bright green dress with black heels. Izzy had insisted that I curl my hair just a little to make it look nice.
"Hi." said Jace.
"Hi." I replied.
"You look beautiful."
"Thank you! Don't you love this dress so much? It's Izzy's! She made me wear it. It's like a shirt on her. It's so embarrassing, don't you think? Sorry. I just went hyper there for a second." I said the last sentence sheepishly. I was ashamed. What was wrong with me? Just blabbering away? Jace was looking amused. I blushed again. He smiled.
"Let's go." he said, still smiling.
"Okay. Where are we going anyway?"
"It's a surprise." he said, smiling wickedly. I swear I almost died there.
"Okay." I said, sheepishly. He ended up taking me to this lovely place by the name Oranjee. It looked so nice from here.
"A table for two please. And make it as private as possible." he said smiling at me. The waitress looked jealous of me. I decided to make her further jealous. I locked my arm around Jace's. He smiled like this was his dream come true. I smiled back as pleasantly as I could.
The waitress gave us a table near the pond. It was isolated. Perfect.
"Thank you." Jace said. She tried to put on her most winning smile that looked more like she was about to cry. I looked at Jace. He wasn't looking at her but at me. I blushed. He smiled.
We sat down. I placed my hands on the table as elegantly as I could. He laughed.
"What?" I questioned, genuinely confused.
"Don't try so hard. It looks so painful. Be yourself. You don't have to worry about me. I still like you." he replied, flashing me a smile.
"You've got to stop making me nearly faint every time you smile."
"Okay." he said smiling again, cheeky this time.
"Stop!"
"Okay." and this time he actually stopped but then he looked like he was at a funeral.
"Fine. Smile. But not so much. Now you look like you're at a funeral house. It's so depressing. I want my first date. To be awesome."
"This is your first date?"
"Yeah..." I said reluctantly.
"Fine. You shall have the awesomest of times here with me at the Oranjee!"
"What are we gonna do?"
"Just have dinner, and then maybe a make out session?"
"Fine!" I said and immediately flinched. I sounded so excited, like it was my first ever (which it was)." He smiled again.
"Fine."