The Second Date (Clark)

[regina]

There was nothing Regina was looking forward to more than the fact that this night was going to be her second date with Clark, the journalist she had met only a few days prior. She was only scheduled to work until four, and he was supposed to pick her up outside of her apartment at six, which gave her ample time to go home, shower, change, and get ready. For once in her life, things seemed to be going pretty smoothly. Which, of course, was why today had to be the day she got involved in a bank robbery.

It had been 3:45, and she had been about to drive back to the office when she'd gotten the call. With a sigh, she turned her car around, sirens on, and headed back the way she'd just come from patrolling. There was a police barricade and everything, but shots were fired and she had managed to get caught up in the arrest. Luckily for her, being shot at was expected, and once again her bulletproof vest did it's job. Luckily for her.

It had also caused her to run late. Very, very late, and as the clock struck 5:59 she was still running around her apartment, throwing clothes everywhere to find her lost heel. Why did this have to happen today?

[clark]

Clark showed up at 6:01 precisely. .. not wanting to seem overly eager by showing up early, bu tnot wanting to seem careless or unreliable by showing up late. He parked his car ouside Reggie's house and walked up the steps ((I'm taking a liberty there. . .sorry)) He pressed the door bell and heard the ding resonate throughout the house.

He sood there fidgeting with the cuffs of his dark gray suit jacket. He wore that over a long sleeved black button down shirt with a pair of sand blasted jeans and black dress shoes. He had put in a pair of contacts this time, having taken his glasses off after work.

[regina]

"Coming!" she yelled, eventually ditching the sandals and finding her favorite sneakers, which were a colorful pseudo-plaid pattern. She was wearing a snug fitting pair of black skinny jeans and her favorite light purple button-down three-quarter sleeved shirt. It showed off her tattoos, which she loved, but was still nice for a night out.

She answered the door, bits of her hair falling into her face in her haste. "Oh, my purse," she said, making a 'one minute' motion before turning back into her apartment and grabbing it. She came back out with a smile on her face. "Sorry about that. Place is a mess," she said, closing the door quickly.

[clark]

Clark chuckled slightly at her rushing around. She seemed t be running late which he really didn't mind. He smiled when she finally came out.

"You look really nice," he said, holding out an arm as if to say ladies first to the car. "So where exactly are we going?"