“Not happening,” Sarah muttered.
“Nope,” she said as another piece flew behind her.
She flopped down on her bed with a groan feeling completely defeated. She put her hands on her forehead before falling backwards. Laying there, she stared at the ceiling.
“I do not have a dating girls closet,” she said with a sigh, “And I have less than an hour to put something decent together.”
She propped herself up on her elbows and glared at her closet in hopes that the perfect outfit would jump out at her. After several minutes she took a deep breath and stood up.
“Well,” she sighed, “it doesn’t really matter. It’s a one off thing and if it does manage to go well, I can go shopping this weekend.”
She reached into the back of her closet and pulled out a little black dress. She smiled. “Now I understand why my mother always said the most important thing in a woman’s closet is the little black dress.”
She laid it on the bed and pulled open the top drawer of her dresser. She groaned at the sight. “What have I become?” She held up the most unattractive cotton panties she owned. Sure, they were comfy, but really. Did she want to be single all her life? She would not feel confident or sexy wearing these on a date. And if she couldn’t feel that way, she knew her aura would show it. Again she reached in the depths until she pulled out a simple lace panty. “Not the best,” she sighed, “but definitely better.”
She threw them on the bed with the dress and grabbed some stockings.
She stood for a long time in the mirror after getting dressed. Glancing over her shoulder she gasped when she realized she only had fifteen minutes to do her hair and makeup. She decided on a messy bun and simple make up. It was all that time allowed.
Just when she had finished and was pleased with herself, the phone rang. Her heart stopped. Fear and doubt crept inside as she wondered if Adam had changed his mind about tonight.
“Hello,” she tried to answer the phone in her normal tone. She didn’t want her nervousness to come through in her voice.
“Good evening Miss Sarah,” Walter said. Sarah breathed a sigh of relief.
“Hello Mr. Walter.” Sarah answered politely.
“Mr. Adam awaits you in the lobby.”
“Thank you.” Sarah said with a smile and hung up the phone.
She grabbed a light sweater and looked herself over in the mirror one last time.
“Remember,” she said pointing to her reflection, “it is just dinner.” She put on her best smile and stood up straight, “and no more talking to yourself. Sheesh.” She shook her head and laughed before leaving the safety of her apartment.
It was the longest elevator ride she ever experienced. She kept wiping her sweaty palms on her dress. When the elevator dinged, marking its arrival, she took a deep breath. With her head held high, she faked her confidence and stepped off the elevator and proceeded to the main lobby where she knew she would find Adam waiting for her.
“So,” Brian grinned, “What time is dinner?”
“What?” Adam tried to fake confusion.
“Oh come on man,” Brian elbowed him, “I hope this game of pretend doesn’t last long.”
“What?” Adam repeated, the corner of his mouth going up in a smirk.
“Where you taking her?”
“I’m going to take her to the Thai place I think.”
“Ya. She's always cold. I thought I would try to warm her up with some spicy food.” Adam smiled proud of his wit.
Brian laughed. “So, you’re going to warm her from the inside out?”
“Um, ya,” Adam laughed, “that is the idea.”
“You’ve thought about this a lot.”
“No I haven’t,” a hint of defensiveness in Adam’s voice.
“Right.” Brian said sarcastically. “So, what time is dinner?”
“I’m picking her up at seven.”
“Well, good luck man,” Brian said. He patted Adam on the shoulder and went to site at his desk.
As much as Adam was anxious to see Sarah, he was glad she was not on the train today. His nerves were playing games on him.
When he got home, he had a quick shower and put on more comfortable clothes. He could wear a suit and tie just as well as any man, but he preferred an untucked button down and jeans.
When he got to Sarah’s building he took a few deep breaths and wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans.
“You got this man,” he gave himself a little pep talk, “she’s no different than any other girl and you have never had problems in that department before.”
It wasn’t working. His heart was still racing in anticipation. When he looked up, ready to go in, he saw Walter standing there, watching him with an odd expression on his face.
“Good evening Walter,” he greeted him nervously.
“Good evening Mr. Adam,” Walter smiled. He was the typical doorman. His face and demeanour said he knew everything about all of the residents of this building. They were like his family and he was their keeper in a sense. “You are here for Miss Sarah, I assume?”
“Well, come in then and I will send for her.” Walter opened the door and motioned with his other hand for Adam to come in.
Walter picked up the phone and called Sarah.
“Good evening Miss Sarah,” Walter said. “Mr. Adam awaits you in the lobby.” He hung up the phone and smiled at Adam.
“Miss Sarah will be down shortly.”
“Thank you sir.” Adam gulped.
“You may have a seat in the foyer there,” Walter pointed to the big couches underneath the impressive chandelier.
He nodded his thanks to Walter and had a seat. For a brief moment Adam thought he may be completely out of his league with Sarah. He had never dated a woman who lived in a building with a doorman. And with a grand entrance such as this. An image of her came into his mind. Her soft and innocent look. Those soft lips. He put his head down trying to slow his heart hammering in his chest. Then he heard the ding of a distant elevator. One last deep breath before he looked up. And there she was. He stood up to greet her.
Sarah stepped off the elevator in a simple black dress that accentuated her curves. Her smile warmed him and he had no hope of slowing his heart now. She walked towards him with confidence.
“Adam,” she almost whispered.
“Sarah,” he said, breathless as though he had run for miles, “you look beautiful.”
He leaned in and kissed her cheek which instantly turned a bright pink.
“Shall we?” Adam put his hand on the small of her back and led her towards the door.
“Have a lovely evening Miss Sarah,” Walter said with a smile.
“Thank you Mr. Walter. I will.” Sarah smiled back. She loved Walter; he may be just a doorman but to her he was so much more. He was the silent father who kept watch over her.
“Have a good evening Mr. Adam,” Walter nodded towards Adam.
“Thank you sir, I will.” Adam nodded back. He had a certain respect for this man. Deep down, Adam knew, if he was to pursue a relationship with Sarah, he would need to stay on Walter’s good side as well.
(c) Rachel Rennie 2015