Flown Time… II 42C

Travis came out from the bathroom in a crisp grey shirt, a white bow tie hanging lose over his neck and black trousers. His feet bare, his hair slicked back. He turned to Steph and thoughtlessly moved towards her seated on the stool in front of the vanity pinning up her hair. “Wear it down tonight.” He said, not an order or a suggestion but a need somehow.

And she could tell. Steph chuckled, looking at him in the mirror. “I’d have to change my dress.”

His need vanished and surprise took over. “Are you serious? That can’t be a rule.”

“If I want to look good it is. And I want to look good.” There was determination in her voice. “It’s been long since we’ve been out together. And you’re only here for tonight. I want to show you off.”

He stifled a laugh. “In that case, I should look good. You just have to have me beside you.” He closed the distance between them, moved her hands out of her hair and proceeded to take out the pins. “You steal the show every time anyway.”