Katherine grinned into the mirror in her apartment bathroom, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear to finish her loose, messy braid. Dangly earrings? Check. Cute shirt? Check. Makeup? Check again, but nothing too extravagant. She was going for a clean, pleasant look, something young and fresh and put together well enough that she didn't scream "seven months pregnant!" It was a nice look, she thought. Normal enough. Casual... Kat didn't want to seem like she was striving to impress anyone.
And she wasn't, not really. Katherine was past that phase, had been for quite some time. She lived for herself. Still... Dorian Crawford - the Dorian Crawford, yes - was coming over, and that man was fine. Of course, she wasn't nervous, and she certainly wasn't some doe-eyed fan of the model. Not at all. The two were casual friends, with a touch of public cuddling and a dash of making dreams come true ((Dorian previously signed a book of Kat's for a movie, effectively granting a life wish and fixing her money situation)). There wasn't really anything to be worried about, so it was fine.
But then again...
They'd never hung out alone before...
'God. Head out of the gutter, Kat,' she thought. 'Honestly. Even in the most innocent of relationships, you've always got to...'
A ding from the kitchen sounded, breaking Katherine's train of thought. Nodding once to herself, she headed to the kitchen and moved the noodles off the stove. She drained them quickly, glancing at the clock every few moments to make sure she really wasn't running late this time, and switched all the food into the few nicer dishes she owned. Fettuchini pasta, alfredo sauce with chicken and vegetables, garlic bread, a simple salad... She kept the pasta and sauce seperate, not entirely caring that it wasn't formal to let the guest spoon their own amounts. Everyone liked a different ratio, and besides - this wasn't a formal dinner; they weren't a formal friendship. It worked out alright.
After checking to make sure that everything was together and at least decent looking on the table, Katherine moved into the sitting area of her small apartment, turning the channel to some sitcom she wasn't really watching. Kat's eyes were on the clock, and for what reason, she didn't know. The night was fine. She and Dorian? Friends. That's all this was, really. Honest.
Katherine wasn't sure if the slight stirring in her stomach was butterflies or just her son.
[ @Poppy Sorry if the post is shabby — I haven't been able to write much lately, and I feel like I'm a bit rusty. ]
And she wasn't, not really. Katherine was past that phase, had been for quite some time. She lived for herself. Still... Dorian Crawford - the Dorian Crawford, yes - was coming over, and that man was fine. Of course, she wasn't nervous, and she certainly wasn't some doe-eyed fan of the model. Not at all. The two were casual friends, with a touch of public cuddling and a dash of making dreams come true ((Dorian previously signed a book of Kat's for a movie, effectively granting a life wish and fixing her money situation)). There wasn't really anything to be worried about, so it was fine.
But then again...
They'd never hung out alone before...
'God. Head out of the gutter, Kat,' she thought. 'Honestly. Even in the most innocent of relationships, you've always got to...'
A ding from the kitchen sounded, breaking Katherine's train of thought. Nodding once to herself, she headed to the kitchen and moved the noodles off the stove. She drained them quickly, glancing at the clock every few moments to make sure she really wasn't running late this time, and switched all the food into the few nicer dishes she owned. Fettuchini pasta, alfredo sauce with chicken and vegetables, garlic bread, a simple salad... She kept the pasta and sauce seperate, not entirely caring that it wasn't formal to let the guest spoon their own amounts. Everyone liked a different ratio, and besides - this wasn't a formal dinner; they weren't a formal friendship. It worked out alright.
After checking to make sure that everything was together and at least decent looking on the table, Katherine moved into the sitting area of her small apartment, turning the channel to some sitcom she wasn't really watching. Kat's eyes were on the clock, and for what reason, she didn't know. The night was fine. She and Dorian? Friends. That's all this was, really. Honest.
Katherine wasn't sure if the slight stirring in her stomach was butterflies or just her son.
[ @Poppy Sorry if the post is shabby — I haven't been able to write much lately, and I feel like I'm a bit rusty. ]
Dorian didn't share the internal panic Kat was having. Truth be told, Dorian was a rare example of men that got into friendships with women without expecting anything because, you know, he saw them as three-dimensional. Besides, in between two love goddesses and a pretty boy nymphomaniac (and recently, Valentine Crowther), Dorian wasn't really short on affection and sex. People still flirted with him left and right! He didn't even need to do anything. He just existed handsomely in their general direction. He supposed it was the curse of being a supermodel.