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1 month ago

Signe had been pretending not to watch the time all afternoon. She’d changed her outfit twice and redone her eyeliner once, and yet somehow still didn’t feel like she was ready. She wanted the date to go well so much more than she’d expected to. Still, when she opened the door and saw him standing there, with a smile and a bouquet, Signe felt her stomach flip, nerves rewriting themselves into something quieter and warmer. Butterflies. His compliment had her smiling down at the ground for a moment before she met his gaze. “Thank you,” she said, voice soft and sincere, smoothing out the skirt of her pink, sleeveless dress. “You…you clean up nice too.” Signe reached for the bouquet, her fingers brushing over the petals. “You didn’t have to do all this.” Of course, she was glad he had. She took a moment to put the flowers in water and they were off. The walk felt easy, the nerves were clearly still there, but there was also an almost giddy anticipation over what the night had to offer them. When they reached the beach and she saw the setup, her breath caught, touched by the effort he’d put into this. Signe accepted his offered hand and let herself be guided down beside him. Her eyes widen, perking up at the name. “You made semla?” she asked, surprised and already impressed. “I love semla, it’s my favorite!” She giggled as he explained running out of space in his oven to prepare even more for their date. He complimented her again and Signe laughed to herself softly. “You keep saying that,” she murmured, her cheeks warm but still pleased. “I can’t believe you went to all this effort. It’s amazing…which, I guess makes sense…considering so are you.” She offered him a shy grin and a tilt of her head.

Starter: closed ~ @ofresoluxe~ Location: Sunset Villas Beach

Charlie had spent most of the day before prepping food. More than he needed, more than made sense, but he couldn’t help himself. The excitement had gotten the better of him, and he didn’t mind it at all. He gave everything in the basket one final check, then turned to the mirror. Just a once-over. Just to make sure he looked like someone worth saying yes to. He took a steadying breath, picked up the basket, and stepped out the door. He’d given himself plenty of time to set up by the water before heading to her place. The blanket was already laid out, food packed neatly, all that was missing was her.

Now, standing at her door with a small bouquet in hand, he felt the nerves return, low and electric. Like he was seventeen again, tux too stiff, hoping prom night would go right. But the second she opened the door, all of that melted away. “Wow…” The word slipped out before he could stop it. His grin widened, soft and genuine. “You look stunnin’, Signe.” He offered her the flowers, eyes still taking her in. “You ready to get this date started?”

The walk to the beach was light, full of quiet conversation and unspoken anticipation. Charlie found himself flexing his fingers a few times to calm his hands, the nerves still buzzing under his skin. But as they stepped onto the sand and he led her toward the setup, he relaxed. The blanket was spread out beneath a warm glow, the basket waiting just off to the side. Charlie crouched down, reaching for her hand as he did. “Figured I’d show you what I picked up in Copenhagen, since you said you wanted to know.” He gently tugged her down to sit beside him, already lifting the lid of the basket. “I made semla. Was gonna bake cinnamon rolls too, but…” he let out a short laugh, “I ran outta oven space... Might’ve gone a bit overboard.” As he unpacked the rest—careful, proud—he stole a glance at her, then let his gaze linger. “You really are beautiful,” he said softly, almost like it was just for her to hear, a truth too simple not to say out loud.

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