Samantha Hardy (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
starting_over) wrote2015-04-16 10:07 pm
starting_over) wrote2015-04-16 10:07 pm
Date Night (closed to Roosevelt)
"You can do this, Samantha," she said out loud to her reflection in the mirror as she finished her makeup. "You've faced hardened criminals in open court, you learned to walk again, you can certainly handle dinner with an attractive man you've already seen socially a few times without turning into a complete idiot."
As pep talks go, it probably wasn't going to win any awards, but it did the job for her. She'd gone down at least a few degrees of nervousness. Enough that she was able to clasp the necklace around her neck finally. And almost, but not quite, stopped checking the her phone every few minutes, both for the time or any messages about something coming up.
She took one last look in the mirror, slipped on her shoes, and went out to the front part of the loft to do...something while she waited.
As pep talks go, it probably wasn't going to win any awards, but it did the job for her. She'd gone down at least a few degrees of nervousness. Enough that she was able to clasp the necklace around her neck finally. And almost, but not quite, stopped checking the her phone every few minutes, both for the time or any messages about something coming up.
She took one last look in the mirror, slipped on her shoes, and went out to the front part of the loft to do...something while she waited.
