They’ve been on a handful of dates in the past month, each one better than the one before it. Their first had been a simple coffee get together, a ‘how’ve you been for the past five years, haven’t seen you much’ kind of get together. Fiona should’ve known seeing Ben after so long was going to spark familiarity, a longing she hadn’t quite known she was capable of until she was looking into those gorgeous eyes of his once more. He’d been her first real boyfriend, the first guy she ever truly loved, and while she’d understood their need to break-up at that moment in their life, it hadn’t hurt any less to do so. She missed him every day and they spoke on occasion throughout the years, keeping up with one another, and for a traveler such as herself, she never quite saw herself settling down in one city. Ben was here, though, and that made staying in one place and putting down roots all the more worth it.
This was her first time wearing a dress around him; she hadn’t even worn dresses in high school because she’d always been self conscious about her body. She wasn’t overweight, per say, but she wasn’t a slight thing and for a good portion of her life, she’d been made fun of for being bigger than average. Though she’d found a group of friends who loved her for who she was and not what she looked like, Ben had been the first person to help Fiona truly appreciate what she had to offer and how she was beautiful, no matter what she looked like. Still, though, dresses were a rare occurrence because it was hard to find the right dress to accentuate her assets without flashing the world. Her outfit of the evening certainly accentuated her, the skirt of the skater style dress flaring out over her hips, flowing against her thighs, though it only stops mid-thigh and much of her long, thick legs are on display. It’s not that she’d felt the need to dress up for him, but Fiona had wanted to make some kind of effort. They hadn’t done more than hold hands since they’d begun... whatever it was they were doing (and they’d certainly done more than that in high school). This was sort of her silent way of telling him she was okay if he wanted more, but she also wasn’t going to be the one to push if he didn’t... want her that way anymore.
“So, what’s this movie supposed to be about again?” She whispers to him as she settles in the seat beside his, the move theater relatively full, but nowhere near as packed as it could be. They were the only two on their end of the row and the next couple was a couple rows in front of them with no one behind them. “I’m not sure I ever saw the trailer.” @fidelisxdmortem
