Ambrosia_64
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"I didn't see it, sorry-you know I never check Facebook. Mostly because you tag me in a bazillion saying and recipes, but hey, you do you, Mom."
Jenna wasn't dressed yet. She wasn't anything yet-her wet hair was still wrapped up in a towel, a matching yellow one tucked around her slim body. She had laid out an outfit the night of the phone call-then changed her mind twice since. The blue dress! No, no, maybe she didn't like blue anymore. The black skater's dress and her black sparkly flats! No, he was so tall, she should probably wear heels-not that they would help much.
She had finally settled on a red silk and lace number she hadn't actually worn before. It was plenty appropriate, but also fun. It was just a matter of tracking down the right bra-and what was she going to do for shoes?
"No Skype tonight-I gotta actually hurry, there's a, uh, a thing." Even as she said it, Jenna knew it was a dire mistake. The woman on the other end of the line went silent-and then pressed for details. A thing? On a Friday night? What sort of thing? Was she going out? Where to? With who? Was this a date?
Her mother had started talking so fast, it was shifting from English to Tagalog. Jenna got the third degree, her face starting to turn red as she tried to play it off as just a friendly meeting in her mother's native language, but the older woman was abuzz with excitement, wanting to know what she was going to wear, wanting to know where she was going to go, wanting to know where she had met a man and if he was Filipino or not and-
"Mom. Mom, seriously, stop-" Too late. She'd be planning a wedding and grand kids and God only knew what else before the call was over. "OkaywellIbettergetgoingMomloveyoubye!" And then she hung up the phone, shaking her head and muttering to herself. It wasn't like she was an old maid, jeez!
It did remind her how little she went anywhere, and made her feel a little nervous about tonight.
Dinner was too forward. Coffee was low key and casual, middle of the day or early evening without any chance of disappointed expectations. She could wear the things she always did. Dinner was just...well, dinner was a date. He had accepted a 'kind of', so maybe there was still wiggle room-maybe not so forward. Either way, he made it all too easy to just...agree with him. Happily go along with things. Smooth, but not snake oil salesman smooth.
Maybe that was why she felt so nervous. He was self assured, comfortable in his own skin. And she wasn't always...well, sometimes she just felt a little awkward, socially. Jenna made a noise of triumph as her right hand closed around the heel of one of her favorite shoes and pulled it out from beneath the bed. Well, at least she had cute shoes.
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It was exactly two minutes before the agreed upon time when the olive skinned Filipina turned the corner, pausing a moment for a trio of conversing men to part for her-eyes glancing her way without trying to stare. It wasn't hard to see why-she was wearing a long sleeved, deep red dress with a tessellating silk pattern in a slightly darker shade on the fabric. It wasn't low cut or anything less than conservative, really-but the scoop neck still showed off a delicate, pretty collar bone and a slender throat. The dress came in with a thin silver belt around her small waist-and then flared off her hips to fall just a few inches above her knee. It did a wonderful job of showing just how femininely shaped the petite woman was without being too risque. From the front, she looked perfectly respectable, if a little virginal.
But when one saw the back of the dress-well, maybe not as conservative as one had thought. The dress buttoned just at the nape of her neck-and then was open in a diamond shape to show her toned, olive skinned back before it met the silver belt and the skirt flared out as normal. She had beautiful skin, and what was showing was still plenty appropriate for formal dress.
She wore a pair of black, round toed heels that only gave her a slight boost in height-but they accentuated her toned legs nicely, as well as were cute with the large bow on the front of her ankles. She'd done her hair up too-loose waves curled into her dark hair, a portion pulled back and braided near her temple, the long bangs swept a little to the side. Natural looking makeup, just a hint of copper to the bronze brown eye shadow and a dark tint on her lips.
Dark eyes were looking for someone, and she found him easily enough, given his height. Jenna gave a little wave with one small hand, the other one holding a small black clutch at her side. Silver, simple but elegant earrings to match her belt, and a thin silver bangle on her wrist
"Hi!" Jenna greeted as she stepped up, extending her hand because...well, seemed appropriate to do something? She smiled, and it was contagious. "It's nice to see you, Anthony. The view from here is just-crazy, isn't it?"
She turned to look at that famous skyline again, the lighted bridge across the water. "New York can be just...beautiful. I don't think I could get tired of that skyline, you know?"
Jenna wasn't dressed yet. She wasn't anything yet-her wet hair was still wrapped up in a towel, a matching yellow one tucked around her slim body. She had laid out an outfit the night of the phone call-then changed her mind twice since. The blue dress! No, no, maybe she didn't like blue anymore. The black skater's dress and her black sparkly flats! No, he was so tall, she should probably wear heels-not that they would help much.
She had finally settled on a red silk and lace number she hadn't actually worn before. It was plenty appropriate, but also fun. It was just a matter of tracking down the right bra-and what was she going to do for shoes?
"No Skype tonight-I gotta actually hurry, there's a, uh, a thing." Even as she said it, Jenna knew it was a dire mistake. The woman on the other end of the line went silent-and then pressed for details. A thing? On a Friday night? What sort of thing? Was she going out? Where to? With who? Was this a date?
Her mother had started talking so fast, it was shifting from English to Tagalog. Jenna got the third degree, her face starting to turn red as she tried to play it off as just a friendly meeting in her mother's native language, but the older woman was abuzz with excitement, wanting to know what she was going to wear, wanting to know where she was going to go, wanting to know where she had met a man and if he was Filipino or not and-
"Mom. Mom, seriously, stop-" Too late. She'd be planning a wedding and grand kids and God only knew what else before the call was over. "OkaywellIbettergetgoingMomloveyoubye!" And then she hung up the phone, shaking her head and muttering to herself. It wasn't like she was an old maid, jeez!
It did remind her how little she went anywhere, and made her feel a little nervous about tonight.
Dinner was too forward. Coffee was low key and casual, middle of the day or early evening without any chance of disappointed expectations. She could wear the things she always did. Dinner was just...well, dinner was a date. He had accepted a 'kind of', so maybe there was still wiggle room-maybe not so forward. Either way, he made it all too easy to just...agree with him. Happily go along with things. Smooth, but not snake oil salesman smooth.
Maybe that was why she felt so nervous. He was self assured, comfortable in his own skin. And she wasn't always...well, sometimes she just felt a little awkward, socially. Jenna made a noise of triumph as her right hand closed around the heel of one of her favorite shoes and pulled it out from beneath the bed. Well, at least she had cute shoes.
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It was exactly two minutes before the agreed upon time when the olive skinned Filipina turned the corner, pausing a moment for a trio of conversing men to part for her-eyes glancing her way without trying to stare. It wasn't hard to see why-she was wearing a long sleeved, deep red dress with a tessellating silk pattern in a slightly darker shade on the fabric. It wasn't low cut or anything less than conservative, really-but the scoop neck still showed off a delicate, pretty collar bone and a slender throat. The dress came in with a thin silver belt around her small waist-and then flared off her hips to fall just a few inches above her knee. It did a wonderful job of showing just how femininely shaped the petite woman was without being too risque. From the front, she looked perfectly respectable, if a little virginal.
But when one saw the back of the dress-well, maybe not as conservative as one had thought. The dress buttoned just at the nape of her neck-and then was open in a diamond shape to show her toned, olive skinned back before it met the silver belt and the skirt flared out as normal. She had beautiful skin, and what was showing was still plenty appropriate for formal dress.
She wore a pair of black, round toed heels that only gave her a slight boost in height-but they accentuated her toned legs nicely, as well as were cute with the large bow on the front of her ankles. She'd done her hair up too-loose waves curled into her dark hair, a portion pulled back and braided near her temple, the long bangs swept a little to the side. Natural looking makeup, just a hint of copper to the bronze brown eye shadow and a dark tint on her lips.
Dark eyes were looking for someone, and she found him easily enough, given his height. Jenna gave a little wave with one small hand, the other one holding a small black clutch at her side. Silver, simple but elegant earrings to match her belt, and a thin silver bangle on her wrist
"Hi!" Jenna greeted as she stepped up, extending her hand because...well, seemed appropriate to do something? She smiled, and it was contagious. "It's nice to see you, Anthony. The view from here is just-crazy, isn't it?"
She turned to look at that famous skyline again, the lighted bridge across the water. "New York can be just...beautiful. I don't think I could get tired of that skyline, you know?"