First Date

I look around my room at the makeup on my bed, the jewelry I laid out, all the rejected outfits on the floor, all my shoes pilled in a heap on my floor. I shuffle through my clothes and and try on a few more outfits, finally picking one. I dig through my shoes to find the perfect pair. I then try a million hairstyles, finally deciding on a simple high pony tail. I quickly get changed and sit in front of my mirror and start on my makeup. A soft gentle shade of pink on my cheeks and lips. A black line on my eyelids, and black gloop on my eyelashes. As I finish I pick a nail color, also a soft shade of pink. As my nails are drying I gather my things into a small purse. A box of mints, a few dollars, my phone, my lipgloss, and I grab a sweater. Just as I'm finishing up the doorbell rings. I catch my breath and quickly look around my room to be sure I didn't forget anything. I run to the stairs and stop, take a deep breath, and start to walk down the stairs. As I descend I see him standing there, by the door, smiling, "wow, you look amazing."