Post by celestialbeing on Jun 23, 2008 16:46:39 GMT -5
Kaori looked in the mirror one last time, checking everything about her appearance was perfect.
She gently smudged the black kohl giving her eyes an exotic, smoky effect.
Adjusting the hair clip in her hair once more, she convinced herself that she had played around with her hair enough and that doing any more would just be overly compulsive.
She had to admit to herself that everything she had done getting ready was borderlining on being a complete OCD situation but she had waited for this for so long.
4 years she had been waiting for him to ask her out and finally the day had arrived and she was unprepared, almost making a complete twit of herself in the process.
He had smiled sweetly at her and, very old-fashioned like and gentlemanly, asked her if he could take her out. And how had Kaori reacted? She giggled like a schoolgirl and told him to stop ripping the piss.
She blushed such a deep red she was sure they would name the colour after her when he told her he was being serious.
It was hard to imagine any time that Kita would be serious about something.
She knew he’d likely made his own mothers funeral an informal matter, even if he had only been a child then. He had been like that the whole time she had known him.
Grabbing her small black clutchbag, Kaori headed off downstairs to the hotel lobby.
She was 5 minutes early so decided to have a drink at the bar to calm her nerves.
Sitting down on a stool, she ordered up a diet coke with vodka, and impatiently fidgeted with her bag.