7:00 | The Grimm Household

[2minutes_older]

She shouldn't be nervous. Not really. Yes, it was prom, but it wasn't that big of a deal. Or maybe it was. She still couldn't quite believe that Mohinder had asked her, though if he hadn't, she would have asked him. So no reason to be nervous. Her brother was out doing whatever it was John was planning for pre-prom. Her grandparents had

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[not_afailson]

He really had no reason to be nervous. Not really. Yes, it was prom, but he'd asked her and she'd said yes, and all without the usual drama the few teen movies he'd seen insisted was a part of the whole ordeal. He had no idea whether or not she would have asked him if he hadn't worked up the nerve -- and really, he supposed he owed his father the tiniest bit of gratitude for the boost in his confidence his ability had brought, or else he might not have been here at all -- but he supposed it didn't matter. He was here because she wanted him to be, so no reason to be nervous at all.

As much as he tried to keep telling himself that, however, Mohinder couldn't help but fidget with the corsage he'd brought with him, shifting the little plastic clamshell from one hand to the other as he waited for someone to come to the door. Nor could he help the vague instant of panic that crossed his face when someone -- Samantha -- finally did, though he was quick enough to cover it with what he hoped passed as an easy smile

[2minutes_older]

"Hi." This wasn't supposed to be awkward or weird. It wasn't like they weren't friends or they didn't see each other at school every day. But this was different somehow. He looked handsome in his suit. Which she'd expected, but the thought still caused her to blush faintly, her smile becoming more hesitant. "Um...want to come in?"

[not_afailson]

Where her expression took another step towards nervousness, his grew more confident, more genuine, and he nodded. "I'd love to." A pause, and then he added, "If it's alright, of course."

She'd invited him in, sure, but if she wanted to skip the part where she introduced him to her parents, he wouldn't blame her. God knew that if their roles had been reversed, if she'd had to stop by his house to pick him up, he wouldn't have wanted her coming inside for fear of his father doing or saying something rude. Or, worse yet, not showing any interest at all.

[2minutes_older]

It would probably be easier if she did skip the whole meeting her grandparents thing, since that always led to them giving her worried looks as she explained to her friends why she didn't live with them instead of her mom and dad. But she was used to it - as much as she could be - anyway. She led Mohinder into the living room, giving all the proper introductions, her smile slipping slightly when her mom was mentioned, but then there was the expected round of photos and comments about curfews.

Samantha promised to be home on time, though she doubted that they'd mind if she was a little late. They'd probably encourage it if it meant she was having fun. Grabbing her mask, she smiled at Mohinder. "Ready? to go?"