#anonstevestory

[babeogorgeous]

Dressed and ready, you put on a few finishing touches (a tiny bit of vanilla perfume), and looked at your reflection, pleased with yourself. You wished yourself luck and left your room. You met Steve in the hall, his back to you. "I'm ready," you said, feeling nervous again. He turned around. You bit your lip slightly, admiring him in a black-and-grey suit. "You clean up nice, Steve," you smiled. He only stared back at you. "Soph... you look incredible," he said, completely stunned. You blushed.

squishing my own face brb

[babeogorgeous]

You made sure not to put on anything sad (last time you had time to kill before heading out, you made the mistake of watching "P.S. I Love You" and had to remove and reapply all your makeup due to crying) and you got comfortable on your bed and relaxed into the movie. Two hours later, Steve was calling for you from down the hall. "Soph, we should get going soon," he was saying. You jumped from the bed and turned off the TV; you'd almost lost track of time. You grabbed the dress to change into.

[babeogorgeous]

You sat at the table and ate happily. You still had a few hours left before the gala began, so you planned to just watch some TV before finishing with your outfit. Once you had eaten, you put your dishes away and retreated to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You then returned to your room and turned on the TV to play in the background while you put on some tinted lip balm and a coat of gloss. You smacked your lips together and winked at your reflection, feeling very confident about tonight.

[babeogorgeous]

You opened your door and called out to him down the hall. "You can't see me yet, okay?" There was a pause. "Why not?" he asked. "Because I'm not finished getting ready and I want it to be a surprise," you answered. You heard him laugh lightly. "Fair enough, I'll eat in the den." "Thank you," you said affectionately and made your way to the kitchen once you were sure the coast was clear. A place for you had already been set, the plate filled with ravioli and decorated to perfection.

itaaaaaalian food is literally the best food

steve's such a great guy

[babeogorgeous]

With painstaking precision, you drew on the eyeliner and applied mascara. You leaned back from the mirror and turned your head to get a better look at the finished result from all angles. You smiled to yourself cheekily. Damn, Soph, you thought yourself, you're looking good. You would do your lips later, you decided. After you ate. Now it was just a matter of keeping Steve from seeing your work-in-progress before it was ready. As if on cue, Steve called you into the kitchen for lunch.

awwww yeah that's right

[babeogorgeous]

With a newfound inspirational spark, you got to work. You even reorganized your makeup and jewelry when you put it away. Feeling very accomplished, you sat at your vanity mirror and spread our all the cosmetics you would be wearing tonight. You tied back your hair and started with the basics; foundation, powder, and blush. Once you were satisfied with your tone, you picked up the eyeshadow (subtle shades of purple and silver) and tried to remember how to make a successful smokey-eye look.

awwww yiss \o//

[babeogorgeous]

He stood up and left the room. You called after him, "Thank's, Steve." He smiled to you before disappearing around the corner. You sat up and stared at the door he'd walked out of for a moment. You were overreacting, you decided. You didn't need to get so worked up over just one friendly little date, anyway. You made yourself smile at your reflection across the room and you got off the bed to collect the fallen pieces of jewelry and cosmetics from the floor. Purple, you reminded yourself.

you go glen coco

geeeeet after it

[babeogorgeous]

He smiled and patted your leg. "Alright, so lunch?" "Oh, yeah, what were you gonna make?" "Anything you feel like," he said. "We can always just get take out too, if you'd like." You thought about it. You kind of felt like pizza but you loved Steve's cooking more than anything in the world. "Umm..." He chuckled, recognizing her indecision. "I'll make something, how's that?" "A surprise?" you asked him hopefully. He grinned. "Yeah, a surprise, sure. I'll call you when it's ready."