Date Night [Closed to Samantha]

[lincolnmiller]

He should have asked Lee's advice. Should've asked her last night or this morning but he hadn't and now, now he was stood in his boxer briefs not knowing what the hell to wear. A suit was kind of too much for dinner, for a first date at a restaurant he usually wore jeans and a tee too. And he kind of just wanted to put his Jurassic Park tee on and call it quits for the night. Except he kind of wanted to go. He kind of wanted to go a lot.

Finally settling for something between the two Lincoln grabbed his wallet, phone, and keys before stuffing them in his pocket. Heading out, it didn't even take him twenty minutes to walk over to Sam's. Knocking on the store door, Lincoln pressed his lips together as he buttoned his jacket up and then quickly unbuttoned it. Before, of course, he immediately buttoned it back up again.

"Play it cool, okay you're an idiot." Lincoln murmured to himself, looking up and smiling at Samantha. "Hey, I'm not late am I?"

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[starting_over]

Samantha wasn't going to even think about how many times she'd changed her outfit, gone from pants to dress and back again. Honestly, she hadn't had this difficult a time choosing an outfit since the first time she took first chair.

She was just about to change when she heard the knock and headed down through the shop to open the door for him. Too late now. She put a hand to her jumpy stomach, took a breath, and opened.

"Nope, you're not late at all. I was just having another 'should I change' debate with myself." She smiled and looked way up. "Hi. You look great."