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Lily ([personal profile] notfaking_it) wrote2013-05-23 10:58 am
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The beach, he'd said, so she'd prepared for the beach.

Some of the plans she'd left to him. The food, in particular, she'd instructed him to bring, telling him it didn't matter what it was, that she'd eat anything. There was a red and blue striped blanket shoved in the back of her hall closet, not something she'd put on the bed, but she grabbed it for the two of them to sit on, stowing it inside a bag. This time of year, the water was probably still too cold to swim, especially in the evening, so she hadn't bothered with a bathing suit, instead choosing a light sweater over a dark grey dress, one of the first she'd picked up upon her arrival.

She remembered him telling her that he'd been drunk once, that he hadn't enjoyed it, so she'd taken care when choosing a wine, finding something she hoped he might like, especially since she had no intention of getting him drunk on it. She had a corkscrew, two plastic goblets, an extra sweater in case the wind was cold.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd put so much care into preparing for a date.

Pausing by the mirror near her front door, Lily ran her fingers through her hair before she lifted the bag with the blanket and the wine. A cab was waiting for her downstairs and she took it to Delta's, paying the driver before she got out and headed into the building to buzz his apartment.
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[personal profile] fatherslove 2013-06-25 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
That threw him into even more confusion, but now it was a feeling he was getting more comfortable with. He didn't have to understand it, he supposed. Not if he wasn't the one doing it.

"I think... I'd like that." He smiled. "All the new things I thought you'd show me, I didn't think this would be one of them."