A gentle prodding woke me from my slumber, and I blinked tiredly up at a smiling Adam. 

“Zee, you should probably get ready for your date,” he said, winking at me cheekily. I nodded tiredly letting his words sink in, blearily taking in my surroundings after taking my short nap. I slowly lifted my head from my ‘cushion’ and found that my head was using somebody’s shoulder as a pillow. The fresh pine needle scent mixed with his individual orange smell instantly made me recognise it as Layton. 

We were both curled up on the couch and he had occupied himself with a book, a television lowly playing on the television in front of us as background noise. He looked up from his book and smiled at me. I gave him a sheepish look and bit my lip. 

“Sorry if your arm is sore.” I apologised, wincing slightly. He shrugged.

“If it was of any discomfort I would have woken you. Don’t stress, Zee.” He ruffled my hair softly and Adam instantly pulled me up to my feet after taking my hand.

“Quick! Time is running out!” He rushed me jokingly. My eyes widened as I looked at the time on the digital clock hanging on the wall. 6:04. A quiet sigh of relief escaped my nose. 

“You scared me, I thought it was 6:50 or something.” I told Adam. I chuckled lightly walking away as he threw me another smile before I left the room. I made my way upstairs and into my room, shutting the door behind me. I instantly opened my closet, and pulled out a pair of light blue skinny jeans, a white button up shirt with a peter pan collar and a creamy knit sweater. I put the clothing on, the white collar peeking out over the neckline of the sweater.  I pulled on a pair of brown ankle boots before fussing nervously over my reflection in the mirror.

 It finally sunk in that I would be going on my first ever public date. 

I’d never ever done this before. 

I let out a nervous breath, smoothing out imaginary creases in my clothing. I gathered my hair in my hands, pulling it up, and then releasing it. Would he prefer it up or down? I chewed on my lower lip, a knock sounding at my door.

“Come in,” I said, my focus still on the mirror.

“Hey Zee,” Oliver said, walking in, and sitting himself on my bed. “Getting ready for your date?” I blushed.

“Yeah,” I said. I threw my hair back behind my shoulders. I sighed, then moved it all over one shoulder, and shook my head. I saw Oliver smile through the mirror, and stand up walking towards me.

“Here let me,” he said, gathering my hair to the nape of my neck. “I always do my little sister’s hair when I visit on the weekends. Hairbrush?”  He asked. I grabbed my brush and placed it in his waiting hand. I smiled thinking about his younger sister, Delia. So it was Oliver who was responsible for the beautiful plaits that she wore when I saw her.

“Thank you,” I said, as he began running the hairbrush through my brown locks. He smiled. 

“Don’t mention it.”  Placing my hairbrush down, he began running his fingers gently through my hair. “Are you nervous?” he asked me, beginning to plait my hair.

“Yeah,” I said, a small, nervous smile on my face.

“I think you’ll have a good time.” He assured me. “I mean, you can talk to him about everything, because he already knows about the wolf thing.” I managed to keep myself from jerking my head upwards.

“W-What?” I sputtered. 

“Yeah, he’s kept quiet about it for years so I think we’re good anyway.” He said casually.