You stand in front of the mirror, brushing through your hair one last time & adjusting your outfit so everything sits right. It’s nothing too fancy (Nat would tease you relentlessly if you showed up looking too polished), but you’ve still taken the time to make yourself look nice.

In passing, you spritz a pump of your favorite perfume to your neck, an extra bit to your wrist before you grab the car keys and step outside.

By the time you pull up outside Natalie’s trailer, you’re stupidly smiling to yourself, waiting for your girlfriend to come out. Finally, the door creaks open, and there she is: Nat, stepping down the short set of steps, her leather jacket slung over one shoulder. She shoves her hands into her pockets as she walks over to the car, looking just a little shy, as her gaze meets yours.

You step out of the car to meet her halfway, still smitten after months of dating. “Hey,” you greet softly. When Nat stops in front of you, you don’t have to think twice about it and lean in, pressing a kiss to her cheek, just close enough that your lips brush the corner of her mouth. “You look really pretty tonight,” you tell her quietly.

Nat ducks her head and bites her lip to keep from smiling too wide. “Shut up,” she mutters, “You don’t have to say stuff like that.”

“I mean it,” you reply, holding her gaze for a moment longer before nodding toward the car. “C’mon, let’s go.”

Nat follows you to the passenger side, slipping into the seat as you hold the door. Once you’re both settled in, she’s beaming at you, failing miserably to ‘play it cool.’

“So,” she begins. “Where are you taking me?”