Clara had no idea what she was doing. It was rare that she found herself so well and truly out of her element--normally she avoided these types of situations. And yet here she was, and she wasn't quite sure how she'd gotten here.
It was quite obviously a mistake.
She was currently standing in front of her closet, a rather perplexed expression on her face. She was going on a date. A date. Her first date. With a boy she didn't really know at all. What do people even do on dates? Am I supposed to dress nicely? I don't even know where we're going. How do I act? Am I supposed to try to make a good impression, even if I don't know him enough to care?
Her expression grew slowly more distressed as she once again tried to figure out how she'd gotten into this situation.
She hadn't meant to. She hadn't expected any of this to happen. In fact, dating was so far from her mind that she hadn't even realized what it was she was agreeing to until after the fact. She'd just forced her shocked mind to fumble through some sort of response, and accidentally ended up saying yes.
And now, of course, it was too late to back out. So she gave one last pained look to the empty air, and picked an outfit that wasn't too fancy, but wasn't too casual either. She brushed her hair, and then sat stiffly in a chair, nervously waiting for the boy to arrive.
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