Receiving Roman’s text, Abigail hummed before smiling at an idea she had. She quickly finished putting some books she had in her arms on a bookshelf before she called Jordan to add more things to the list. She was determined to make a really delicious dinner for this date. 

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[b]October 3, 2015
New York, NY - Abigail’s apartment
5:51pm[/b]

Abigail had just finished getting ready, having her dress and new shoes on while she finished cooking the dinner, which was a dish called chicken in creamy white wine sauce. It was better than it sounded, especially with the aroma of the vegetables and chicken simmering together. Jordan had left an hour ago, after having helped Abigail get herself ready and did her hair. Her hair wasn’t too fancy, just brushed and fluffed, while having a hair ornament holding up a bit of her hair from the side so it would look more sophisticated. 

While she was finishing up adding the rest of the ingredients of the dish, Abigail began to feel slightly nervous. It was already getting close to the date, and she had just realized what she was actually doing now. She was letting a guy she just met into her house, for dinner! Why was she moving things so fast??? 

Abigail didn’t exactly know why, but she knew that strangely enough, she felt relaxed with Roman around. As bizarre as that sounded, given that he picked a fight with two men right after first talking to Abigail, and then beat up the thieves who tried to mug her. And how crazy he drove his motorcycle. 

Thinking back on that memory, Abigail began to blush as she remembered how she held onto him, resting her head against his back. It felt... really nice. Abigail blushed profusely as she snapped herself out of that thought, turning off the stove burner and covered up the pan with a lid, getting the plates, cups and silverware and began to set up the table. She mentally scolded herself for thinking that way about a guy she just met, but deep down, she couldn’t help be feel slightly warm and fuzzy with that memory. 

Quickly enough, she suddenly heard knocking at the door, which pulled her out of her thoughts and caused her to look at the clock on the wall. It was already near 6 o’clock, so it must’ve been Roman. Setting down the last of the silverware, Abigail quickly walked to the door, opening it up to see Roman holding a bouquet of flowers, but not after noticing how nice he looked in his clothes. Blushing a bit, Abigail broke into a bright smile. 

“Hi Roman! Wow, you look nice!” She exclaimed happily, before moving to the side to let him in. “Come in, I just finished cooking dinner.” She said, and once he entered, looked at the bouquet of flowers again. “And you brought flowers too? You’re so sweet!”