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a night out // ara colbert & francesca rundlett

Was it too soon? It had been a little more than five months ever since he moved from California. It had been five months since he left his ex-fiancee. Was that enough time to recover from the heavy damage she had caused when Ara found out she was screwing around with his very own brother behind his back? What did it matter? His ex had no problem finding a replacement for him, so– Ara decided– he had the right to try and find someone for himself too. The time it took for Ara to finally decide what to wear that evening was almost unhealthy. All he had in his closet were mostly just white shirts and denim jeans. The other variety of clothing he had were his suits, one of which the accountant wore earlier that day when he had met the ever captivating Francesca. What few articles of clothing in his wardrobe that were not white tees or suits, most of which were presents from Christmas or maybe years before then and probably still had tags on them, were laid out on his bed. Even so, Ara had no idea what to wear. He didn’t want to seem like he wasn’t trying or that he was trying too much (even though he really was exerting a little more effort than usual.) The man had even resorted to googling, ‘what to wear on a first date for guys.’ He found the articles to be at least a bit helpful, but it didn’t quite prod him toward finally deciding what to wear. He had ultimately decided to put on a white dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, a pair of dark jeans, a black cardigan, and black dress shoes. Ara had spent the rest of the time between then and seven o’ clock that evening researching on where he should take his date. He wanted some place they could sit and talk, with great food and great ambiance of course. But the man barely knew the place. So he learned what he could, choosing from the few restaurants that seemed to have excellent reviews. An hour before he was expected to meet her at her place, Ara had set out to a candy store that he passed by often on the way to work. He had bought a glass bear jar with chocolate inside of it, placing it in a mint green gift bag. It was for that split second that he felt ready for the evening. And then he had to start driving to her place. He took his time to put her address on the GPS for directions to her place. And then he took a few more moments to stare at his phone, as if it would help him gather his guts. He had arrived ten minutes earlier, still. That didn’t exactly do him a favor as he waited in his car just to pass the time. He really was going on a date– after the longest time, he was going on a date. He had thought it would’ve taken him longer to get to the point where he’d show any interest toward another person. Francesca came as a very pleasant, and very nerve-wrecking, surprise. A minute on the clock, he stepped out of his car and to her porch. His insides were a mess while he made his way to her apartment. He took a moment to straighten up the creases on his clothes that were barely there. He paced in front of her door before he eventually gathered the guts to knock. Too soon, the door swung open. He definitely wasn’t ready for this. He hadn’t remembered her to be this stunning (although she was stunning enough from what he remembered.) He stood there in awe long enough to put a silence between them before he realized that she’d spoken. He let out a feeble chuckle. “You look absolutely divine,” Ara breathed out. “Oh,” he exclaimed once he remembered he had her gift at hand. “ And I got this for you,” he smiled as he handed the paper bag to her.