I sighed looking at myself in the mirror, I was pitiful. I was too thin, my wavy hair was a wild mess at this length and the only make up I could find was a 1950’s bright red lipstick. I don’t even want to mention the my outfit- the only thing I had that was could possibly be considered nice was a white buttoned down shirt and a pair of jeans that now hung too loosely on my body. God I was pitiful. I heard someone clear their throat and I looked up to see Paul standing in the door way. "You look beautiful." He lied- I looked awful.
I smiled anyway, sometimes it was nice to be lied to, "You clean up pretty nice too." He did, he wore nothing close to a suit but it was probably the closes he's ever been to one. He wore clean black
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It was an upscale restaurant where the only lightening was provided by low lit crystal chandeliers hanging above each table, casting a weird shadow over the smooth wooden surfaces. There were neat little booths lining a wall placed in the center of the restaurant and towards the back where couples sat snuggling and feeding each other in a disgustingly sweet way. The rest of the people sat at small tables leaning into each other and gazing into each other eyes. The ambiance was romantic but slightly a bit pretentious, like everyone here knew they were better than people eating at McDonald's and even places like Longhorn steak …show more content…
I smiled to myself, sometimes he took his self too seriously.
"Well it used to be red, I haven't given it much thought, but I guess its blue now- at least tonight."
"Why?"
He sighed and took another sip more like it was a shot than champagne. "This is going to sound like a line but I’m pretty sure the color of your eyes in this light is my new favorite color in the world. If you could see what I could I think you’d agree.”
I bit back a giggle, God he was corny.
"Yea that's corny, a little worse than you're more beautiful than the sky."
He laughed, "I don't know you're pushing it a little, I think the sky might be a little hotter than you, it does have all those stars."
"Damn I lost to the stars again, what is it about those pesky little stars?"
"There's something metaphorically beautiful about the way they light the night."
I laughed wondering where that came from, The Paul I knew didn't know words like metaphorically or maybe he did and he was just always too stoned to use words like metaphorically.
"Is this how un-stoned Paul