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"Actually, I happen to be the youngest." She noticed his gaze and glanced upwards, noting the dark coloration of the clouds above. If they were lucky, they might make it home before it began to rain, but Prissy had a feeling she had already used up her generous amount of luck in landing an acceptable date that evening. "Technically."

She may as well have been born an only child, the gap between her age and her brothers' being a sizable amount, nearly enough that any of them could have fathered children her own age. Max, in fact, did have a son that was only a few years younger than herself. A weird notion to dwell on, so Prissy made a point to never dwell on it. "Three half-brothers, all older. When Daddy married my mother, they weren't exactly expecting a child..."

This thought, however, brought a smile to her face. She was indeed a happy, if not high maintenance, surprise for Maxwell Stratford Sr. and Priscilla planned on abusing the attention until the day the older man passed. Which, hopefully, wouldn't be anytime soon.

Suddenly, a wet splat hit her cheek, the sensation similar to having shed a tear. Only colder. And less teary.

"Oh no..."

She moved to brush away the raindrop, glancing at their path ahead. They still had at least three blocks to go before they entered her neighborhood - this was not a good sign!

While she appreciated being escorted out of the rain, the closeness of his proximity left her suddenly feeling very warm and extremely aware of his presence next to her. The scent of him was intoxicating (Was it cologne? Aftershave?) but she also credited it to the fact she found the situation both anxious and exciting.

His mentioning of her heels created the opportunity for Prissy's gaze to fall downwards, her free hand moving up to nervously brush away a wayward strand of hair as the other arm cradled the flowers closer to her chest. She was almost certain the entire block could hear the pounding in her chest as her heart continued to beat wildly. "I, um..."

Her thoughts struggled to keep focus, to concentrate on his offer and not the fact he was really super close to her. He was trying to keep himself dry too, she reasoned with herself, which required being really super close and nothing more.

"I don't have anywhere else to be, this evening, so I'm good with anything." Lingering under the awning, dashing in the rain or taking comfort in the dry, hopefully-less-smelly-than-a-bus cab, Prissy truly felt giddy at getting to do any of the three options with the gentleman in front of her.

In truth, regardless of whether or not she'd leave this date soaking wet, she was so going to brag about this date to KittyKat when she got home.

Priscilla never excelled in mathematics or science, her level of effort in education when it came to the dull subjects was average at best. Yet, despite her frequent lapses of daydreams during her A&P course, she was fairly certain it was anatomically impossible for her heart to leap anywhere. So why did it thump with enough determination that she feared it would threaten to break free from her chest? The butterflies in her stomach had already begun their fluttering, which wasn't helping her case at all. The bouquet suddenly weighed twenty pounds heavier, causing her to struggle holding it against her dress.

Around them, the sound of rain pattered against the sidewalk, the cool, refreshing smell missed entirely by the young woman with her current distraction. Her legs should have been feeling the chilly breeze as it brushed against bare skin, scattered drops of rain occasionally sneaking past their protective awning with the help of the wind and painting her arm, her throat, then her cheek. Any other afternoon and she would have been complaining about the rain mussing up her hair or ruining her makeup.

But not this afternoon.

C'mon, Prissy, you're not a little girl anymore - so quit acting like one!

Straightening up as best she could (which was a feat in itself, considering he still loomed over her), the curve of her smile moved up into her own smirk as she forced her eyes to look up to meet his gaze. Rose connected with whiskey while her free hand reached to toy with the collar of his shirt, nervousness hidden in the form of playful fidgeting.

"Politely ask, Mr. Black?"

The fingers on his collar paused, slowly working their way up to gently run across his smooth jawline. "Are you always this proper with your dates?"

As warm lips pressed gently against hers, any nervous tension built within Priscilla's shoulders slowly began to melt, her body gently relaxing against his. Her second hand moved up to join the first, both moving upwards as she wrapped her fingers around dark and pink waves of hair. The rain around them was soon forgotten, as was any attempt at being clever.

If Chase was still waiting on an answer, he might have found a silent one as her lips pushed back against his, revealing her eagerness. A quiet yes from her arms squeezing around him, slender body pushed against his flawless suit, searching for closeness as opposed to warmth.

Good girls didn't give it away this easily - good girls would play harder to get, make the boy chase her a little farther, put a little more effort into catching his prize. Was she being easy? Was she playing it more fast and loose than she probably should be? Perhaps. But perhaps it was also the most fun she could have expected to come out of a blind date - what else could she have fun with on such a dreary looking day?