(Skiperoni! I don't really wear a lot of skirts or dresses cause I'm self conscious and stuff, but I totally would if I didn't care about what other people think, so instead I wear pajamas to the store haha. I also like clichés and cute story ideas a lot.)
Poppy slipped the dress on over her head and frowned. This was awful. She wore a dark red dress that went just past her knees, the neck exposing her collarbones just barely, and the color brought out the red highlights in her hair, as well as making her eyes look bluer and more clear. Dreadful. She sighed and sat on the bed, slipping on her shoes. She picked up her watch from the side table where she had left it to take a shower, and she began fastening it to her wrist as she stepped out of her room, frowning at the tricky buckle. (That's really interesting; I would feel very nervous wearing pajamas to a store. I feel much more confident with dresses on. It's weird.) Spoiler: Also, dress looks like this, but darker. Huuuuge image. Sorry. :P )
Francis pulled the suit over the dress shirt and vest. He adjusted the gold the clip before perfecting his hair with a comb. He decided not to wear his fancy silver watch, but instead a traditional gold one, which told only the time. Kneeling down, he tied his shoes, just before wiping away any smudges. (That's a really pretty dress! And as for wearing pajamas, I think I just use it as sign so people will leave me alone. Like, maybe if I seem less approachable then they won't talk to me? I just get nervous around people, haha.)
Poppy locked the door behind her and frowned as she continued to work on getting her watch to fasten around her wrist. "Come on," she murmured, before securing it into its place. She smiled victoriously, straightened it, and began to walk down the hall, pressing a few buttons to figure out where she was supposed to go. (I totally get that. You're not alone! I mean, it's one thing if I know the person, but if it's just a random person who's making small talk in the line, I will shut down completely.)
Francis opened the door, brushing off imaginary dirt before stepping out. He looked around before his eyes rested on Poppy. He was still and quiet before regaining his composure and catching up.
She glanced up at him when he joined her and smiled. "Hey," she said warmly, dropping her arm to her side. "You ready for this?"
Poppy noticed his strange behavior and frowned. "You good?" she asked as they stepped out into the main hall, their footsteps loud against the linoleum floor.
(AWWWWWWWWW) Poppy stared at him for a moment, a small blush rising on her cheeks. After a second though, she smiled at him, perhaps a little shyly. "Thank you," she said. "You don't look half bad yourself."
(Be smooth, Francis. BE SMOOTH.) He laughed lightly, putting his hands in his pockets. "Not half bad? That might be one of the nicest compliments I've received from you."
(Please. Also, is Vivienne joining them?) "Mm," she said easily, a more confident smile spreading across her face. "I'm pretty sure it's all downhill from there, so don't expect anything nicer than that."
(Not this time. I won't let her mess stuff up right now.) "I was really getting my hopes up." He grinned, looking around. "But yeah, you look really nice."
(Excellent!) "Thank you," she said, smiling again, the action exposing her dimples. "I appreciate it." Her watch beeped and she checked it. "Ah. Apparently, we have a taxi waiting outside to get us to the house. You ready?"
"Wait, we're trying not to sabotage this mission?" she said, raising an eyebrow sarcastically. "I must have misunderstood!" (I might go to bed now! See you tomorrow?)
(Yep! I'm pulling an all-tommy, so I might be on later in the day.) "Har har. You're hilarious." He raised an eyebrow, his voice monotone.
(Alrighty! See you then!) "I think so," she said smoothly as they approached the taxi, waiting patiently. "Thank you for noticing."
(Still haven't slept yet, haha. This might not be an accomplishment.) "You're welcome. I tend to have an eye for those types of things," he said, sarcastically. "I'm afraid I don't have as well of a comical sense, unfortunately."
(Jesus Stuffy! You need sleep! Or at least coffee!) "You'll learn, young one. You'll learn," she said as she opened the door to the taxi. "I mean, God knows we spend enough time around each other. It will rub off on you."
