Lunchtime :)
Who: Kimberly Corman, Connor Temple, and an appearance by Lulu Spencer
What: Lunch non-date date
When: (slightly backdated) Jan 22, just after noon
Where: Teaspoons
Status: In Progress
Rating: G, PG at most
It took Kimberly far longer than she was willing to admit to decide what to wear to lunch with Connor. She held tried on at least four outfits, trying to decide between girl next door, subtly sexy, casually pretty, and laid back but totally cute. Just as well, she tried four different hair styles, two of which resulted in her having to wash her hair clean of the ridiculous plethora of products it had taken to get the hair to stay that way just long enough for her to decide she didn't like it or it looked like she was trying too hard.
Finally, she'd settled on casually pretty, her hair down and blowdried to give it a little bit of volume. Her boots were the ones she favored and had worn to go shopping with Lulu, a pair of dark, skinny jeans tucked into them and under her trench coat, a tight, low cut sweater over a lacy cami. Layers, Kimberly had reminded herself, were kind of the new thing, according to practically every mannequin in practically every store she and Lulu had stopped into.
"Okay," she told herself after doing, washing off, and re-doing her makeup twice, "you're gonna be fine." It was just lunch. ...with the guy she had a raging crush on who saw her as just a friend. Shaking her head, Kimberly paced her room, waiting for the knock on the door signalling Connor was there and ready to go.
What: Lunch non-date date
When: (slightly backdated) Jan 22, just after noon
Where: Teaspoons
Status: In Progress
Rating: G, PG at most
It took Kimberly far longer than she was willing to admit to decide what to wear to lunch with Connor. She held tried on at least four outfits, trying to decide between girl next door, subtly sexy, casually pretty, and laid back but totally cute. Just as well, she tried four different hair styles, two of which resulted in her having to wash her hair clean of the ridiculous plethora of products it had taken to get the hair to stay that way just long enough for her to decide she didn't like it or it looked like she was trying too hard.
Finally, she'd settled on casually pretty, her hair down and blowdried to give it a little bit of volume. Her boots were the ones she favored and had worn to go shopping with Lulu, a pair of dark, skinny jeans tucked into them and under her trench coat, a tight, low cut sweater over a lacy cami. Layers, Kimberly had reminded herself, were kind of the new thing, according to practically every mannequin in practically every store she and Lulu had stopped into.
"Okay," she told herself after doing, washing off, and re-doing her makeup twice, "you're gonna be fine." It was just lunch. ...with the guy she had a raging crush on who saw her as just a friend. Shaking her head, Kimberly paced her room, waiting for the knock on the door signalling Connor was there and ready to go.