Butterfly Jitters (TAG)

[Tayla Smith]

Tayla had butterflies in her stomach. The jitters. She was going to go on her first date in...

Tayla paused in the mirror as she finished her makeup (after many many training sessions with Felicity, and even then she still needed a guide that she'd written out) as she realized this was her first date ever.. She hadn't really dated before the accident, and then after the accident she'd been...

Well, obsessed was putting it mildly.

She finished up in the mirror and started pulling on the dress she'd picked out over her haptic suit. She'd tried it on a few times, and really liked it. It was a nice little red number that went well with the black on her suit. That was the nice thing about black, it went well with a lot of things. It hit this nice semi-formal balance, not too fancy, not too casual.

She jumped when she heard the doorbell. "I'm coming! I'm almost ready!"

She rushed to finish putting on some low heels (she didn't think her sense of balance had been affected like her sense of touch, but she didn't want to take chances with something unfamiliar) and grabbed the purse that she'd bought that matched the dress.

There were a lot of firsts for her tonight, and right as she opened the door she realized she was terrified.

She looked down at his shoes. "H-hi. Um. I'm really exci--looking forward to... um. Do you like my dress? I tried to, uh..." she gestured to the front of the dress and the v that would expose cleavage if she either hadn't been wearing the haptic suit, or had programmed it to leave that area open, "but it, uh, it didn't feel... it didn't feel, so I uh... left it like this."

Was he looking at her? Dear God she hoped he was. And wasn't. She was just so nervous she didn't know what she wanted anymore. "So, uh, hi?"

Why was she so nervous???

Miguel Espinosa

[Miguel Espinosa]

Miguel had gone on a few dates before, but they were usually...well usually Tinder matchups. Nothing that there was anything wrong with that, but they didn't exactly electrify the same way. Make him excited and nervous. He had both of those emotions with this one. He pulled up in his small car and got out to go up to her door. As he walked up, he did a quick once over of his outfit. A turquoise polo shirt and some black jeans. Casual but classy he'd thought. Of course now that he was here he was second guessing EVERYTHING. He'd shaved neatly enough to leave him with a small neat goatee. Miguel soon found himself at the door and he hesitated slightly, going to knock and then pulling away and realizing there was a perfectly good doorbell and ringing it instead. He heard Tayla's voice from inside and he smiled warmly, a little less nervous upon hearing it. Right. This was the woman who had almost forgone phoning an EMT. Miguel took a deep breath just in time for her to open the door and stammer in front of him. He took in the sight and grinned slightly.

"H-hey. Y-You look...amazing." He rubbed the back of his neck, wishing the nerves would at least leave him alone in his speech patterns. Then he realized she was looking at his shoes. Oh so she was nervous too then. That...helped a little.

"...A-are you as n-nervous as I am or are you just a fan of Nike A-airs?" He wasn't sure why he was so nervous, but at the same time suspected the reason was because her opinion actually really mattered to him.

Tayla Smith

[Tayla Smith]

Oh thank God he was nervous too. She looked up, and suddenly had her breath taken away. He looked amazing. Everything about him oozed suaveness and confidence, even as he stuttered and admitted to being nervous. "You're amazing. Look! Look amazing! You look amazing! I mean you are amazing too but... yeah."

...hey where was the duck?

Tayla wasn't a big dater, but everyone knew that on a first date, the person who asked the other out brings them a duck. An actual live duck. The breed informed the other of your intentions for the relationship. A Black duck was for a quick hookup, and a Mallard meant that you wanted to try to be serious and see if a long term relationship would work. Your general white duck was for a friend date. But he hadn't brought any duck at all. What did that mean? She had the tub all full for it and there wasn't a duck to put in there.

Wait. Did she ask him out? Fuck. Maybe she was supposed to bring him the duck. Damnit. She was already fucking this up. She took a deep breath, taking comfort in the fact that he was nervous too, and... well, just his presence. There was something safe about him that she just couldn't deny. "So, where are our nervous asses going?"

Miguel Espinosa