He knew she said he didn't need to make it up to her, but he did anyway. He snuck into Hell and got her fancy unheard of stones only forged in Hellfire, even bringing her little reptiles that scuttled about the brimstone. Girls liked lizards, right?
She was thinking to herself. She needed to get over it. Needed to let go, but she didn't know how. Their relationship had always been a mess, but she didn't know anymore. It all felt so strange.
"Hey," He approached her one night and brushed his messy red hair back with his fingers, "Let me take you out. Actually, no, it's not even a request. Get dolled up, to the nines, we have reservations at six."
She was trying to find an outfit, trying to figure out what to wear. To the nines? Where the hell were they going? She had no idea. She put on a nice dress, and found some shoes to go with it, and was working on hwr hair.
He dug out a button up from the laundry and put on some nice-ish pants. He brushed back his hair and even trimmed his beard. She liked him scraggly but they were going out, so he had to look his best.
He opened the car door for her and let her in before driving to the restaurant, which happened to be a five star joint you had to book months in advance to even look at tables.