Candira
Singularity
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
"I feel like we should go out tonight. We'll have plenty of time to stay in," April said, rubbing his shoulders.
Veronica happened to be cleaning her apartment. She'd tied her hair up into a pony tail and her slim body was dressed in short shorts, a tank top and a pair of socks. She was dusting the top of the fridge and wishing that she did it more often after seeing the state of it, and then sighed. She still had to mop and clean her shower up, but then she'd be finished--no more vacuuming, no more dusting, no more scrubbing tiles to hide behind. She was going out on another date with Jake and she was nervous. He'd been so confident and romantic the night before. He really wanted this to work. The last time a man had wanted that from her was...well...a long time ago. Shaking her head, she told herself to get a grip. She should be over the moon, not over the fridge! Flashes of last night and their first few kisses came to mind and she blushed, smiling softly at the memory. Instantly she was calm. Screw mopping. She'd have time for that later. The shower was still clean from the last time she'd cleaned it. Relieved she got off of her stool and reached into the fridge for her pitcher of raspberry iced tea and poured herself a tall tall glass of it.
Veronica happened to be cleaning her apartment. She'd tied her hair up into a pony tail and her slim body was dressed in short shorts, a tank top and a pair of socks. She was dusting the top of the fridge and wishing that she did it more often after seeing the state of it, and then sighed. She still had to mop and clean her shower up, but then she'd be finished--no more vacuuming, no more dusting, no more scrubbing tiles to hide behind. She was going out on another date with Jake and she was nervous. He'd been so confident and romantic the night before. He really wanted this to work. The last time a man had wanted that from her was...well...a long time ago. Shaking her head, she told herself to get a grip. She should be over the moon, not over the fridge! Flashes of last night and their first few kisses came to mind and she blushed, smiling softly at the memory. Instantly she was calm. Screw mopping. She'd have time for that later. The shower was still clean from the last time she'd cleaned it. Relieved she got off of her stool and reached into the fridge for her pitcher of raspberry iced tea and poured herself a tall tall glass of it.