Don't be afriad of the wolf

         — Remmington was trying to keep a steady smile but there were a flurry of butterflies coursing through him as he saw her standing there. He tapped the basket on the counter “I figured we could go on a picnic, I brought something to drink and some snacks” he took a step closer to her “Come on, Rydel, let me make it up to you, I get so lost in my work that I forget about the rest of the world sometimes” he winced realizing that made it sound like he had forgotten about her, which he hadn’t not at all, he just got so caught up in his work that he sometimes forgot that the world continued to go on while he was busy.

Rydel leaned over the basket to peak inside feeling herself already far too excited for this grand adventure. “Aw, Remmington. No boy has ever taken me on a picnic before!” She said just loud enough for the girls in the back of the bakery to hear. Not that she was seeking to make them jealous but she did know that anyone who worked there fawned over the landscaper. “Oh. Yeah... I get that. But sure, I guess I can let you treat me sweetly for the afternoon, let me just go get someone to cover for me. I have to say you are lucky we are slow today.” Rydel said all of this already heading to the back to swing the door open and instead of asking she more just stated that she would be leaving early; as she said it hadn’t been busy enough to need more than a few people anyway. Coming back around with a smile she swung around the couter, kissed him quickly on the cheek and moved to pull him out the door. “Hurry, I’m excited enough as it is.” 

       — Remmington had been so caught up with his work around town that he hadn’t been able to pop in to Rydel at her bakery as much as he’d wanted to. So he decided to only do a half day and popped into the bakery after he’d had a shower and threw two wine glasses and a bottle of wine into a basket and walked right in. Remmington placed the basket on the counter and rung the bell beside it, waiting for Rydel to come out, once she did a smile spread across his face “sorry i’ve been so busy, i’ve come to make it up to you by forcing you to come on a date with me” he hoped she hadn’t already written him off at this point.

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 When Rydel began to think about something she could become a bit obsessive, overthinking and making things seem worse for herself. When this happened after not hearing from Remmington she busied herself with baking. She’d littlerally spent hours making small tartes of all flavors. But as she worked at the bakery she found things a bit easier; then she noticed the face she missed more than she probably should and everything changed. “A forced date? I would have to look at my oh so busy schedule so you are just going to have to wait a moment.” She said coming off a bit stiff as an act, going as far as opening her phone and opening the blank calendar. “Hm. Looks like you are lucky this time, sir.” She said turning her head. “Just what exactly do you have planned for this date?” Even as Rydel tried to act displeased she couldn’t hold back the reddening cheeks and the smallest cracking smile across her face.

        — Remmington couldn’t help smiling at Rydel bouncing around, she was horribly adorable right now, he had to turn away from her so he could get a straight enough face to take two tequila shots in a row and start drinking his beer to wash it down. “You, miss, are horribly adorable” he poked her on the nose before planting a kiss on her lips. Every moment he spent with her he was more and more happy with her, she brought so much light to the room and he was so drawn to it, he just wanted to know everything about her, be in every part of her life, he was infatuated with her already.

“I’m just excited. I’m on a date with you... I never would have thought that it would happen. And by the way, all the girls at the bakery are very jealous after I told them that we were going to the party together... as a date.” She still was so taken back that everything had unfolded so quickly between them but something about it all just seemed right. She kissed him back and offered a wide grin as she went to take in a bit of her drink. “You just tell me when you are ready to show me those dance moves. I have been waiting all week.” Rydel still drank even if she didn’t need too, she was already so excited abd bouncing around, alcohol was only adding to the giggles. 

hana had gone to the event with high hopes. she was sure that she wouldn’t meet people like she had originally thought. she had been mostly wandering around aimlessly, enjoying virgin cocktail after virgin cocktail. she still had not talked to a single person there. she sighed tightening the red bow that was holding her hair out of her face. she approached the food area as she began to feel a peck of hunger. a smile spread on her face as someone finally spoke to her. she looked down at the fruit. “ really? i haven’t had a good strawberry in forever. ”

“Then take a bunch of them. To me it looks like people are too busy partying to eat. They will just go to waste and then who will know how good they all taste right?” Rydel said filling a plate with her own sort of fruits. “Are you enjoying the party so far?”

             — “As much as you say red is your color you’re really working the pink” Remmington popped a grape into his mouth, he wasn’t all that hungry, probably because he was a bit nervous, he instinctively put his arm around her waist, he really wanted her to know how happy he was to be there with her. “Dancing, hmm, yeah, that’s going to require at least one beer and probably a shot of tequila” he chuckled “come with me” he let his hand easily slip into hers and interlock their fingers together before he pulled her along to the bar to get a drink for them.

 A blush was all that Rydel could really make out of the comment. She swished her hips back and forth, letting the powdery pink skirt float around. She had to admit, the color wasn’t hideous on her. Not that the next day she wasn’t going to go right back to red. “Well, hurry up and drink your drinks! I want to have some fun. We can out dance everyone here.” She said hopping next to him as they went to drink. Rydel knew she was a lightweight and seeing her drunk was usually a show all on it’s own but this was a party and that was the fun of it all. She eagerly ordered their mix of drinks and slide one in front of him.

           — Remmington was way too obsessed about what he was supposed to wear to this party, he settled for a pink plaid shirt, blue jeans, and brown loafers. Parties weren’t exactly his go to thing on a Friday night, but it would be all worth it when he got to dance with Rydel, last he remembered he was a surprisingly good dancer. Entering the bar the first thing he did was scan the perimeter for her familiar blonde hair, as soon as he spotted her at the food table a grin spread across his face “that looks almost as good as you” he smirked before giving her a peck on the cheek, something about being with a lot of people was giving him a strange rush of confidence.

Rydel instantly cheered up when she spotted Remmington and that was saying something compared to how much she was already having fun. “Well, aren’t you adorable. You look amazing too! And look! I even got to wear a tiny bit of red! That the people can see...” She said covering it with a laugh as she knew Remmington had no idea what she was talking about. “You have to try this food though, it’s really good.” She said leaning closer to him. She really was still so excited that they were at the party together. “So I think you mentioned that I might be able to convince you to dance a few days ago? Do I have to get a few drinks in you first or not?”

                                                 Red’s Closet: 

          — “If you want to wear Red i’m so okay with that, i’m sure you’ll look stunning in anything you wear, just be prepared for me to be stuck to you like glue, you may even be able to convince me to dance” he smiled brightly down at the small girl, tucking stray hair behind her ear, he felt like he could just stare at her for hours, she was breath taking and he could hardly believe that she liked him, and that she’d always had a crush on him. “I should show you how to plant some flowers, get down and dirty” he cringed at himself “that’s not what I mean” he felt his face get hot.

“No it’s fine. I want everyone to know I got the best date at the whole party. And like I said, I’ll just wear my red soled shoes, it’s kind of like a mystery type of thing. Maye to keep it more like me I’ll do a deep pink.” She said with a nod. The red outfits she wore were more of a comfort thing, she swore the color was lucky to her. Rydel chuckled. “Sure! I can use your skills on the limited plants I can use in my apartment. Plus I don’t mind getting a little dirty.” She said with a shrug. “So how about we pack up these cookies, hm? Any moment the girls will be back here needing the kitchen anyway. You can walk me home?” 

“Huh…I see…” Clarabelle trailed off, tapping her chin before laughing at the girl’s remark about her film-watching habits. “Indeed, I do watch a lot, which is sometimes why I like to play video games. Tends to be more interactive, y’know?” she said, “Now, in terms of films, have you seen The Shape of Water?”

“I don’t play much video games, I played Neko Atsume on my phone for a while, I liked the chef cat the most... but that probably isn’t the same types of games you play, huh?” She asked with a laugh. “I do get it though, playing must be like being in a movie and actually controlling the character.” Rydel looked around and leand in when she heard the title. “Is that... the movie where the lady does the stuff with the fish?”

          — Remmington felt a weight lift off of his shoulders and he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face as he looked at her holding up the cookie, it was so cheesy and he loved every second of it. “You’re adorable” he chuckled before placing his lips against hers once again, he wanted to show her how happy she’d made him in such a short amount of time, and he didn’t want it to end anytime soon. “So, does that mean we have to wear pink or red? i’m not trying to assume anything, but i’m not sure I want any guys to give you too much attention, I’m not a very jealous person, but who knows” he teased lightly.

 She just smiled back like she always did. “That’s what I’ve been told.” She said with a short laugh as he kissed her once again. He was such a kindhearted man even when he was nervous or worried about messing something up. Rydel wasn’t exactly used to that but she couldn’t complain now. “You’re asking me a very hard question, Remmington. I wear red every day. I am Red.” She said biting her lip and shaking her head. “But... I guess for the sake of the party I can wear pink... maybe I’ll wear my red soled shoes just to keep my color on. After all.. I don’t need you to get all jealous on me. Even though I bet you’re just as cute then too.” 

        — “No, no, I really wanted to do that, I just got this wave of guilt and I just wanted to be honest with you, I’m sorry, i’m honestly just a big mess, you don’t want to get involved in all of this” he tried to laugh, play it off like a self deprecating joke, but he was serious, he didn’t think that he was worthy of anyone, everything he touched just broke and he didn’t want to do that to her. Remmington took a deep breath before taking her hand in his “I really like you Rydel, I’m just a bit broken, and I understand if it’s a bit much” he sighed once again “but if there’s a small chance it’s not, i’d love to take you to the valentine’s day party”.

 Rydel couldn’t focus on the cookies anymore. She turned to Remmington and shook her head. “No, don’t say that. Look, we all have something about ourselves that is a bit broken... trust me. I’ve had things happen that I’m not ready to talk about... to anyone that make me seem like a shattered doll. But that doesn’t make you any less desirable.” She looked up at him, still trying to get used to the difference of height. She offered him a small smile and nodded. “It’s never too much for me to handle. And I’d really love to go to that party with you.” She felt bad for not telling him what happened in London, but like she said, unless she wanted to break down in front of him, she just wasn’t ready. “Come on...” She began holding up the cookie he made with a smile. “Show me a smile.”