recolle | [CLOSED] First Date

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[CLOSED] First Date

WHO: Derek Matthews and Lillain Aust
WHERE: Various Places in Recolle
WHEN: March 16, 2018
WHAT: It's their first date!
WARNINGS: none

Once the clock hits 5:00pm, Derek is out of the lab and in his car heading home to take a shower and get ready for his date with Lillian. He gets home, showers, gels his hair, and changes into presentable date clothing. Once satisfied with his appearence, he grabs his jacket and drives to Sweet Stems and picks up the dozen yellow daffodils he ordered for the day. Bouquet in the front passenger seat Derek pulls out his phone and texts Lillian.

So, I'm on my way. I'll be there in 30 minutes.

Pushing "send" he starts his car and starts driving over in the direction of the university.

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It had been a while since Lillian had gone on a 'real' date. Not since Alison. Instead everything had been more casual, friends with benefits, that sort of thing. It was better for her school life, and retrospec, and...well. The dying thing. Still, it was nice to be asked out, actually asked out, and Derek seemed nice. And was cute enough. Which was most of why she'd said yes, really.

She was almost ready when she got the text, texting back a quick 'okay' before she finished sorting out her ridiculous mass of blonde hair...which she was letting hang loose for a change, nearly down to her rear. Honestly she had too much of it to do much with outside of loose or a ponytail, and hey, it was a date, she might as well go wild.

Otherwise she didn't look all that much different from usual. Her outfit (Minus the heels, she was tall enough already) was simple but she thought she looked good, plus a bit of make-up, tadaa. Now she just had to wait.

[Thirty minutes later and Derek is parked outside her building. He takes a breath and firmly holds the bouquet in his hand. He still can't believe this is actually happening, but he assures himself that everything will be OK.]

[It's alright Derek, you got this. Take her ice skating, hot pot, and just have a good time. Yeah...]

[Getting out his his car, he makes his way up to Lillian's apartment and knocks on the door. He holds his breath and holds the bouquet in front of him.]

[Please let this go well!]

Hey!

[Lillian was smiling brightly as she tugged the door open maybe thirty seconds later, eyes flicking from him to the flowers and back.]

Oh nice, for me? Thanks. Come on in.

[She stepped back so he could come into the apartment, then moved to find something to put water in for the flowers.]

[Derek grins when he sees Lillian.]

Hi! And yes, these are for you.

[Derek enters the apartment and offers them to Lillian.]

You look very nice by the way.

[And she really did. Her outfit looked great and her hair... oh man, Derek has a weakness for girls with long hair and with having her hair down, Lillian looks extra pretty to Derek right now.]

Aw, thanks.

[She got out a glass and filled it with tap water, then plopped the flowers in before walking back to him.]

You look pretty snazzy yourself, Derek. Lemmie grab a jacket.

[And then she did. And started ushering him out the door.]

So where we goin'?

[Derek was relieved she like the flowers. So far so good. He lets Lillian usher him out of her apartment and then he promptly offers his arm for Lillian to take. Please take it Lillian, or he's going to be super embarrassed. He's trying to be a gentleman.]

Well, I figured we would first head to The Stardust over in Tisse for ice skating. And then, when we've had our fill of falling on our butts, we can head over to a restaurant that serves amazing Chinese hot pot. Have you ever had Chinese hot pot?

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[Lillian did indeed take his arm, hooking hers through it and gripping her hand with her far one, leaning against him lightly as they walked.]

Nope, never had it. What's it like?

[And down the steps and outside they go.]

[Derek's stomach does a couple of flips, but he tries he best to stay calm when Lillian hook her arms in his.]

Well, you have this pot in the middle of the table with a Sterno stove underneath it fill with broth. You then put in the meet and vegetables and let it cook. Usually the meat first of course.

[By that point of the conversation they have reached his car and Derek quickly excuses him self to open the door for Lillian. He gestures her to get inside.]

Ladies first.

So it cooks at your table?

[Huh. She just looked so amused when he opened the door for her, but managed to not say anything snarky about it, go her. Instead she just climbed in.]

Thanks.

[Derek nods.]

Yeah, it cooks right in front of you. The owners actually trust their customers to not burn themselves and be responsible chefs.

[Derek closes the door behind Lillian and then walks back round to his side of the car. Once in, he turns on the engine and starts driving in the direction of Tisse.]

Anyway, I found the place not long after I moved to Tisse, and I've just kind of never stopped popping in now and again.

Huh. Well, I can't promise I won't burn myself and let them down, but hey, it sounds fun.

[She looked at him when she spoke, but otherwise her gaze was out the window, watching the town go by.]

[Derek smirks at Lillian's comment.]

Are you a klutz?

[Derek chuckles slightly.]

I'll try my best to make sure no harm comes to you, in both ice skating and eating.

[Derek turns onto the on ramp to the freeway and starts giving the car way more gas.]

So, how did you paper turn out? What was it about?

Nah. Well. Sometimes. Mostly I just don't have the best luck when it comes to not burning myself cooking things. I guess I just...forget not to grab the pot?

[She shrugged.]

Oh...fine. It wasn't anythin' exciting, just a paper for international relations.

[Derek's eyebrows raise in bewilderment.]

'Not grab the'... seriously? Do you not look often then?

[Derek would look over at her, really he would, but he's a responsible driver.]

And international relations can be interesting, just depends on the topic. I think I took one IR class for a GE while I was in school.

Nah, I just get distracted! You can't tell me you don't cook and watch tv and stuff, right?

[Lillian did not have the best attention span.]

Sure, I love it. But the paper was borin'. Papers are usually borin'.

[Derek chuckles at Lillian's last comment.]

Yes I suppose so papers can be boring. I certainly find my paperwork boring at times.

In response to the cooking and watching T.V. at the same time, sort of? Like, I can have the T.V. going but I only watch when I'm waiting for something to boil, or at a moment when you don't need to be constantly watching it. I can't see the T.V. from my stove, there's a wall in the way. I usually have to take a step or two back from the stove to even see the screen.

[Derek turns on his blinker to signal to merge and carefully get into the correct lane so he can take the exit loop that that he knows is in a mile.]

[Lillian shrugged.]

Hey, if you can concentrate, you can concentrate! I'm a little jealous, really. [A small smile as she looked over at him.] But I ain't really the type to manage it. I used to get scolded all the time for readin' or drawin' in class back in high school.

[...And college...]

Man, anyway, ice skatin'. This is gonna be great, huh?

[She was getting more excited as they almost arrived.]

[Derek grins.]

That's the general idea.

[They arrive at the ice rink a few minutes later and enter the rink.]

I'm pretty sure the skate rentals are over here.

[Derek points to the left.]

What's you size?

[Lillian immediately moved towards the edge of the rink to look out over the ice, a big grin on her face.]

Huh? Oh...uh. I'm an eight. Narrow if they got 'em, but it's cool if they don't.

[She turned to look at the ice for a few long seconds before she finally made to follow after him.]

[Derek walks over to the rental counter and asks for the skates. He then pays and then turns to Lillian, handing her set of skates over to her.]

Here you go, size eight in narrow.

[Derek finds a place on a bench for both of them to sit and start lacing up their skates. He kicks off his shoes and shoves them under the bench, sits, and starts to stick if foot inside the first skate.]

I'm glad I brought you here, you looked excited a moment ago.

I am! [She admitted as she sat down to tug her own shoes off and pull the skates on, tapping the blades against the rubber floor to make sure they were tight.]

I love skating. I ain't great at it, Angela got all the talent there, but there's a lot to be said for just having fun an' fallin' on my ass a few times.

[Derek finishes lacing up his skates and stands.]

Well, let see who is going to fall first.

[Derek makes is way over to the entrance of the rink. With a hand on either side of the opening, Derek uses the walls to push him self off and glide onto the rink. He turns around to Lillian and calls out to her.]

So far so good. [Referring to the fact that he hasn't fallen yet.] You coming?

[She wobbled a bit as she tested the skates, plodding over to the wall finally and then stepping out onto it.]

Yeah, yeah, hold your horses!

[She said, laughing, as she pushed out onto the rink, sliding towards him...and then clealry not remembering how to stop.]

Uh oh!

[Grabbing at him to keep from falling. Hopefully he was steadier than her.]

[Derek grins when Lillian gets onto the ice and starts sliding towards him. Though his smiles soon goes slack and his eyebrows raise a bit in surprise when it it obvious that she isn't going to stop. Derek reaches out to grab Lillian's upper arms.]

Don't worry I got you.

[Derek digs the sides of his skates into the ice to keep him in place and holds Lillian steady. Derek lets out a chuckle once they are both still.]

Are you really going to fall for me that quickly? The date has barely started.

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