Up or down?
Up or down?
She had been standing in front of the mirror for the past ten minutes pulling her thick red hair up, then just as quickly releasing it. The butterflies in her stomach felt more like a raging hurricane. Her tiny studio apartment looked as if a hurricane had gone through it as well. Clothes lay scattered around, there was even a shirt hanging from the ceiling fan that was slowly spinning overhead. He would be there soon, and she still had no idea what to wear.
Many of the others could not bother to give him a second look. Too scrawny, how could he provide for them? They preferred the big hulking men with more muscles than brains. But to her? He was her hero. He could do no wrong and all he asked for in return was a date. That thought alone turned her cheeks the color of her hair. Still, he could not take her on a date if she did not get ready. It would be so much easier if she had a girl friend to come over and help her prepare, maybe she should have called Jackie over to help. He had more fashion sense in his little finger than she had in her entire body. It was too late for that now though. She had thirty minutes to throw together the perfect outfit.
Digging through the piles of clothes again, she just frowned, picking up white button down blouse after white button down blouse. She was a social worker after all, her clothes were practical not pretty. She paused for a moment and then remembered. It was probably a little out of fashion, her mother had worn it the day she’d met her father ages ago, but it was better than going naked. She tripped over the lose clothes on the floor as she made her way to the trunk at the end of her twin sized bed. She dug around only a minute before finding what she sought. Standing up she shook out the short sleeved, blue tartan dress. At least there was no mistaking her heritage, as if the flaming red hair and ridiculous accent were not enough.
The sleeves were a bit too poofy, and there was a chance she looked like a twelve-year-old schoolgirl, but at least some of the butterflies had calmed themselves. She was truly going to go on a date with him. Out of everyone, he had chosen her. That thought brought the hurricane back full tilt, so when the intercom rang she had to take a deep breath. She hugged her stomach briefly before walking over to the buzzer.
“I’ll be right down.”
[A little something from my character Maira’s POV written for my friend. :) She insisted I post this so HERE YOU GO! :D )