It's time again to play with the girls from the Red Dress Club!
This week's prompt is about physical beauty and how it can open (or close) doors.
I honestly didn't take my time with this one. I just threw something together because I want to get back into the habit of participating. So it's really not edited and I'm sure I could make it infinitely better with a bit more attention, but, as always, I'm open to feedback.
April reached for her glass of water, sipping carefully through the straw. She didn't want to smudge her lipstick, after all.
He was talking about something. His job? His relationship with his mother?
She didn't know. She'd lost track, her mind instead focusing on the blond curls that played at his ears, drawing attention to impossibly high cheek bones and a perfect jawline. His eyes were a shade of blue she'd never seen before. They were the color of the sky on a particularly vivid and cloudless day.
He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.
She raked her fingers through her brown hair. Every trace of curl had vanished before she'd even reached the restaurant. And she was certain the pimple that had been threatening to appear on her chin had finally reared its ugly head. She laughed at something he said, using the moment as an excuse to cover her mouth, hiding the teeth that desperately needed braces. She tried to laugh with her mouth closed, but knew that just made her face look weird.
What had she been thinking? She'd seen the pictures on his profile. She knew he was far more attractive when she accepted this date. And yet she'd agreed to meet him.
He was nice. Polite. Friendly. If he was arrogant, he was doing a fine job of hiding it.
But it was obvious to April in those initial few minutes. This was never going to work.