There was a knock at the door, and there he stood with a red rose in his hand. He smiled at her shyly as he stood there in silence.
She realised that he was waiting for her to speak, that she felt as shy and awkward as he looked. Mind you, it was their first date so neither of them knew what was actually expected of them. “Thank you,” she managed in the end as she took the rose from his hand. She turned to lie it down on the small table near the door, because she was unwilling to go back inside the house and see the expectant faces of her family.
Almost as if he sensed this, he took her hand and pulled her gently outside. “Shall we go?”
She smiled brightly at him, and let her fingers entwine with his. “Absolutely, I am definitely ready for this. Have you decided where we will be going?” In all honesty, she was simply happy to be going anywhere that wasn’t at home. Not only that, but she had a date; a date on Valentine’s Day.
“We are going to go to grab a bite to eat. I hope that you are hungry, because I know that you absolutely love chicken.”
“Oh, I definitely do. I don’t even want to know how you found out that about me, because I am certain that I have never told you.” Not that she cared how he found out, she was just happy that he already knew.
He smiled down at her. “I wanted to make this night as special as possible, so I have gone to the trouble of finding out everything that I would need to know. That is, your favourite foods, your favourite drinks, and even your favourite deserts.”
Rather than be creeped out by this, she found it very romantic. “So, where are we going?”
“The restaurant Lyle’s of course,” he said as he pulled her towards his car. “I am told that their deserts are out of this world, and I look forward to experiencing them.”
She was suddenly glad that she had dressed up for the occasion. “You could have warned me,” she commented as she slid into the passenger’s seat. “I might have dressed down for the date, and I would have hated to have shown you up in any way.”
“You look amazing in whatever you choose to wear,” he said as he got into the car. He leaned over and kissed her and almost casual way. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
The car pulled away from the curb, and the couple left on their perfect date. Everything was even better than she could have considered when he arrived that night. When they were driving home she looked at him through a lidded gaze. “You should pull over here,” she whispered seductively.
There was no question about what she wanted to do, and so he was quick to do her bidding. She was out of her seat belt immediately, and crawled onto his lap. Their lips met in an almost urgent way, and they began exploring each other’s bodies. Any shyness they had experienced at the beginning of the evening, was almost quick to melt away.
It was a slightly dishevelled couple that arrived back at her house later on. This shyness seemed to return as they set an awkward goodbye, promising to see each other again soon.
She went inside quietly, so as not to disturb the other residents, and then she went upstairs to her room. It had been the night of firsts for her. First date, first meal out, first sexual encounter, and first night out of the home.
Tilly smiled up at the plain white ceiling, and could not help but briefly wonder if the whole thing had been a figment of her overactive imagination.