Location: Julia’s Townhouse
Who: Julia and @nothingformiles
Julia mused the same thought for the fourth time in the last twenty minutes as she eyed the set up of her dining table. A wine bottle and a sparkling cider were towards the middle, chilling. A bowl of a kale salad with bacon, dates, almonds, crispy Shallots, and parmesan was off to the side. It was casual, two place setting with wine glasses - was the candle too much? It felt like too much.
Screw it, Jules decided and turned to rush back into the kitchen. Miles would be here any minute and she felt frazzled. A dinner date had never seen so damn intimidating before but she was extremely worried. Miles was getting a peek into her home, into who she was. On top of that, her cooking skills were being tested and with a frightening realization, Julia knew that tonight would somehow end up with Miles viewing her paintings. It’s why dinner had even come up. The vulnerability that came with that almost paralyzed her to the point she wanted to call to cancel the whole thing.
The pesto pasta with chicken she had made was ready and warm on the stove and after checking it one last time to make sure it was still good, Julia washed her hands and splashed some cold water on her cheeks. Date. It kept running through her mind and she didn’t think she remembered the last time she had ever been on a proper date. It had her nervous - she wanted it to go well, for once, despite how scared she was over whatever this thing between her and Miles was becoming.
The knock on her door alerted her that her moments of freaking out were done and Miles was here. “Shit,” Julia muttered, looking down at her outfit, something casual, and once she was presentable, Julia scurried out of her kitchen. “Coming,” She called out, eyeing her townhouse one last time. With a deep breath to calm her frazzled nerves and the erratic beating of her heart, Julia opened the door to reveal the shimmering emeralds she had grown to miss after only a few days. “Hi,” She greeted, a bright smile lightening her features as she stepped aside fro him to walk in. “Perfect timing, I just finished up dinner.” Julia told Miles, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his cheek in greeting once she had closed the door behind him. “Make yourself at home,” Julia welcomed him, closing the door behind them and giving Miles a moment to take in her home.
