Chapter Twelve: The Date

                                    

                                          
Emma looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She must have changed her outfit five times. Her blonde hair framed her face with soft curls. She chose to do light makeup, with golden eyeshadow that brought out the brown in her eyes. She chose a long purple dress that hit her knees. It had a slit up the right leg to her mid-thigh. The spaghetti straps were tight on her arms. The purple complimented her skin beautifully. She chose to wear a small black heel.

Her phone dinged and she glanced to it nervously.

Coming around the corner, I will be there in five.

Buck had typed.

Emma smiled at her phone.

I will head on down.

She replied.

Emma shut the light off to her bathroom. She walked to her living room, grabbing her small black bag off the kitchen island. Locking up her apartment, she made her way down to the lobby. Once outside, she saw Buck on the curb. He was standing beside his car. They locked eyes and for a moment, it was as if they were the only two on the busy street. Emma noticed his mouth fall open.

He also looked amazing. Buck had chosen a night pair of black slacks, and a button up melon colored shirt. Emma gave him a wide smile, walking up to the car.

"Emma, whoa-" Buck began, letting his eyes wonder down her body.

"I could say the same about you."

Buck opened the passenger door and Emma slid into his seat. This date was already so much better than her one with Paul. Emma waited until Buck pulled out into traffic to ask where they were going.

"Well, I thought about taking you to a nice dinner." He began, "But then, I thought about what a special woman you are."

"So, where are we going?"

"It's a surprise." Buck winked.

Emma hated surprises. She knew it was her control issues. However, she laid back in the seat, trusting Buck. They drove for around thirty minutes. Buck pulled onto a dirt road and parked.

"I'm in heels Buck, I can't hike."

"It's just beyond the weeds." Buck said.

Emma stepped out as Buck went to the trunk. He reappeared with a picnic basket. Emma chucked, looking at the basket.

"Is that what I think it is?"

Buck nodded, "I hope a picnic is OK."

Emma smiled, "It's perfect, Buck."

Emma took Buck's free hand and allowed him to lead her beyond the weeds. Emma gasped when a beautiful green clearing came into view.

"How did you even find this place?"

"We had a call here once about an injury. I thought it was a perfect place to think."

Emma waited as Buck laid down a blanket and sat on it. She decided to take her heels off and go bare foot.

"You're going to go bare foot?"

Emma shrugged, "I'm from Appalachia, Buck. I stayed barefoot as a child."

Buck chuckled, "Right!"

He unpacked the basket. He brought some strawberries, sandwiches, and carrots. He also had two tumblers of water.