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Delsin is nervous. He's not sure he's ever been this nervous in his life. Not when he'd climbed the Space Needle to take on the Dupes. Not when he'd had to chase down Fetch and Eugene to get their powers. Not even when he'd faced off against Augustine at the bitter end. Maybe when he'd first gotten his powers — but he'd recovered from that quickly enough. He doesn't know if he'll recover as easily from this. This is way bigger than that. This is way bigger than anything he's ever done.
This . . . is a date.
He's pretty sure he's never been on a real date before. So, naturally, he'd panicked and texted Emma at length about what flowers to get — he'd read online that flowers were a bad idea, but he's not just going to not get her flowers. Liz is important to him. He wants to show that to her. So, screw the internet: flowers it is. But not roses, because Emma had said no roses. Roses are too big, she'd said. Roses mean too much so soon. So, Delsin had gone down to the flower stall not far from Dimera and looked at what they had. Get something that reminds you of her, Emma had said. He'd seen some pretty, pink roses, partly bloomed, that he'd seriously considered. Instead, he's got a mixed bouquet of purple and cream wildflowers, wrapped in parchment paper and tied with a purple bow. Get something that reminds you of her, Emma had said.
These feel pretty right.
With flowers accomplished, Delsin leaves his apartment and hits the sidewalk. He feels a little awkward in his outfit. It's not his usual look, but he wants to look nice for her. He'd gone for a sort of dressed-up-dressed-down style: a dark red button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up; a light, cream-colored button-up vest (the clerk had called it a waistcoat, but Delsin isn't that fancy); black slim-fit jeans, and his usual sneakers. He doesn't have any nice shoes, and he hadn't liked any of the ones he'd seen when he'd gotten the vest, so he hopes she doesn't mind. At least he's not wearing his beanie. Tonight, his hair is lightly styled, pushed back off his forehead. It actually makes him look his age.
He wonders what Reggie would think about all of this. Going on a date. Having a job. Being mature. He wonders if he'd be proud, or skeptical.
Delsin takes a deep breath and lets it out a little shakily. He can do this. He can totally do this. He walks up nervously to the Bramford Building and looks for the right buzzer to press. He bites his lip, then taps out 'Shave and a Haircut' on it. The flat, tuneless beat feels loud in the close stoop.
This . . . is a date.
He's pretty sure he's never been on a real date before. So, naturally, he'd panicked and texted Emma at length about what flowers to get — he'd read online that flowers were a bad idea, but he's not just going to not get her flowers. Liz is important to him. He wants to show that to her. So, screw the internet: flowers it is. But not roses, because Emma had said no roses. Roses are too big, she'd said. Roses mean too much so soon. So, Delsin had gone down to the flower stall not far from Dimera and looked at what they had. Get something that reminds you of her, Emma had said. He'd seen some pretty, pink roses, partly bloomed, that he'd seriously considered. Instead, he's got a mixed bouquet of purple and cream wildflowers, wrapped in parchment paper and tied with a purple bow. Get something that reminds you of her, Emma had said.
These feel pretty right.
With flowers accomplished, Delsin leaves his apartment and hits the sidewalk. He feels a little awkward in his outfit. It's not his usual look, but he wants to look nice for her. He'd gone for a sort of dressed-up-dressed-down style: a dark red button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up; a light, cream-colored button-up vest (the clerk had called it a waistcoat, but Delsin isn't that fancy); black slim-fit jeans, and his usual sneakers. He doesn't have any nice shoes, and he hadn't liked any of the ones he'd seen when he'd gotten the vest, so he hopes she doesn't mind. At least he's not wearing his beanie. Tonight, his hair is lightly styled, pushed back off his forehead. It actually makes him look his age.
He wonders what Reggie would think about all of this. Going on a date. Having a job. Being mature. He wonders if he'd be proud, or skeptical.
Delsin takes a deep breath and lets it out a little shakily. He can do this. He can totally do this. He walks up nervously to the Bramford Building and looks for the right buzzer to press. He bites his lip, then taps out 'Shave and a Haircut' on it. The flat, tuneless beat feels loud in the close stoop.