I came across another bit of older writing I thought I’d share.
It is probably not long enough to call a “short story”, but more like a vignette. Regardless, I did not use the scene in any of my books, yet.
Having the Right Altitude
He and Cass had been together for several weeks but this was the first “real” date. Sure, they had met at a party and then went the week before to Norm’s very casual party, but it wasn’t the same as dressing up. So this was a first.
He arrived at her place ready to go but anticipated a wait. Having grown up with two sisters, he had been trained properly in the matter of patience in that area. He was not going to rush her.
She stepped from the bedroom with a brush in hand, her hair in a tangle. “Hi, hon!” She gave him a peck on the mouth. “I’ll be only a few minutes.”
“Take all the time you need,” he grinned. “You can’t rush perfection.”
“Thanks.” She disappeared back into the bedroom.
He looked around the room. A fresh bouquet of mums stood on the coffee table next to the reading lamp. On the wall above the table was her favorite photo from a modeling shoot: her stepping across a small stream, looking down to be sure of her footing as she moved from one stone to another.
Turning to the bookcase, he browsed for something to occupy his time. “Cass? Do you know where that book by Dos Passos went? I don’t see it here.”
She stepped out of the bedroom again and looked toward the case. “It’s right there on the top shelf, lying down.” She retreated again.
Standing on tiptoe, he saw the book and pulled it down, then sat on the couch to browse through it while he waited.
Presently, she came out of the bedroom wearing a slip and held up two willowy chiffon garments still on their hangers. Both were artistic prints, one in shades of blue, the other predominantly brown.
He came immediately off of the couch and stood before her..
She looked from one garment to the other. “Which of these do you think I should wear?” She pursed her lips and looked down at him.
“Hm, I don’t know…” He looked carefully from the brownish print to the darker blue item as he moved closer.
She moved the blue number closer to her chin. “I thought this one showed off my eyes…”
Looking up into her bright blue eyes, he grinned. “Your eyes don’t need any help in that regard. They pop quite nicely.” He looked at the garments again. “I think the brown one. It sets off your skin tone marvelously.” He leaned up and kissed her nose.
She giggled. “You’re sweet.” She returned to the bedroom as he situated himself back on the couch with the book.
A couple of minutes later, he rose again as she exited the bedroom holding two pairs of shoes, both dark colors, one pair with heels and the other a pair of flats.
“Which do you think I should wear? I was thinking of these…” she held up the heels, “but I didn’t… well, you know…” She looked down into his eyes.
He grinned. “The heels.”
Her arms went to her sides. “I wasn’t sure… I mean I don’t want to tower over you…”
His grin continued. “Don’t worry about that. I’m quite comfortable with my height. And with yours. Besides, the heels make your legs look fabulous.”
The concern melted from her face and she stepped to him, throwing her arms around his shoulders, both pairs of shoes resting on his back. Her cheek pressed against the top of his head. “You’re adorable!”
She pulled back to look him in the eyes, then leaned in to kiss him.
The shoes dropped to the floor as the kiss heated up.
It was some time before they returned to their getting dressed for the party.