First Dates and Execution

Kat was wearing a special seraphim dress that sparkled and shimmered in the warm Florida sunlight. She had on her special stilettos that made her super tall. She would almost get light-headed every time she stood up, but she did not mind the light feeling. She was rare and excited, maybe even a little nervous, but that was okay. She sat outside the Starbucks on Aloma, just drinking her iced mocha, just watching the cars go by like fervid ants. She did not mind the heated energy of the atmosphere. She liked being warm, and since she was wearing her special seraphim dress, she felt a cool breeze pass through her legs. She smiled a secret, maybe even an embarrassing smile to herself. Small birds were flying in the clouds above her. She looked at the birds and smiled at them. They waved back with their wings, it seemed. She kept looking at her phone, looking at the time. She was still a bit early, but that was okay. She patiently sipped her iced mocha, watching the world spin by. Everything flowed like magic, in heated spirit! Everyone had things to do, maybe even special things like first dates. Kat was on her first date. She was nervous and excited, feeling a strange confidence because she was wearing her special dress. The dress actually belonged to her best friend, Mary Taylor, but after today, Kat decided that she would keep the dress in her closet. She smiled at the idea of pulling out the dress that she had worn on her first date, wearing the dress on second, third, and maybe even fourth dates. Maybe she would get married in that dress! She smiled at the idea. She always wanted to get married but knew that she had to go on a first date before she could even get married. All of the sudden, she had a panicking thought that she was being stood up! And in her special seraphim dress, no less! She would have to burn the dress if she was going to be stood up on her first date! Mary would understand. Mary had a million other date-dresses. Kat was secretly envious of Mary’s dresses, even though Kat never really wore dresses. She would definitely start wearing them, starting with the one she was now wearing! She smiled and told herself that it was still a very good day. The sun was out, and everyone was out, it seemed. Everyone was happy. She hummed a Taylor Swift song to extend her happiness. Once she finished her iced mocha, she stood up and smoothed out her already smooth dress. She went to the trash can and threw away her empty cup. She didn’t know if she wanted to sit back down, or go inside the Starbucks and wait on the couch. She figured that she would look more appealing, sitting in the AC, sitting on a comfy couch, maybe even crossing her legs this way and that, looking super seductive. Her date would practically fall head-over-heels for her! They would get married and have six children! Then she thought about the dim lighting inside and figured her seraphim dress would not sparkle or shimmer as effectively as when she was out in the sunlight. She asked her birds for an answer, but her birds were already gone, flying off into other bright, atmospheric winds; probably flying off into shady trees. She did not let this sad fact bother her. She just stood by the sidewalk, watching the cars tumble along. Then, A hot gust came unto her, and her dress almost went all the way up! A car honked as it passed her almost-blown-all-the-way-up dress. She smiled embarrassingly at the cacophony. Nevertheless, she figured that she looked good enough to deserve a honk, and smiled at this thought. She opened her phone and called Kevin Knell. The phone rang and rang, then clicked off despondently. She called again. The phone just rang and rang, then clicked off. She was instantly offended because he did not answer her two! phone calls. Maybe he was stuck in traffic, but this was a silly thought because she knew Kevin didn’t drive. He did not live far from the Starbucks, which was why they had decided to meet up at the Starbucks for their first date. She looked around the parking lot, noticing a group of teenagers about her age pull up in a minivan. They were cool kids, she imagined, because they all had boyfriends. She watched as they laughed and joked and kissed their boyfriends. They rollicked into the Starbucks. Kat decided that she would wait outside. Wait for Kevin to show up. Any minute now, because now he was late. But not super- late. She noticed that he was only a few minutes late and that she shouldn’t worry or jump to any conclusions. There was no way that Kevin would ever stand her up! Especially not on their first date! The thought calmed her, but that didn’t last long because then she started to think about a million different reasons as to why Kevin would ever stand her up. Maybe she was not pretty enough. Maybe she did not have an attractive personality. She barely spoke with glamour or volume. She barely talked in such a manner as to render all the boys to fall in love with her lascivious spells. But she was wearing her special seraphim dress! She was pretty, she decided firmly. Then, she realized that Kevin had never seen her in her special dress and that she may not have been as pretty as she had thought. The idea made her sad. She almost wanted to cry! But she held back her tears because crying would only ruin her make-up, and how would that look if Kevin saw her with her make-up all wonky. She stomped on the ground to prove a point, but her stiletto hurt her feet, so she wished she hadn’t stomped on the ground. Kevin never showed up. There was no first date. Kat hated Kevin infinitely, and she cried all the way to Mary Taylor’s house. Kat was still wearing the forlorn, dateless dress, but it had gotten all wrinkled and sweaty from the walk. She apologized and started to take off the dress once they were in Mary Taylor’s room. Mary Taylor said that she didn’t have to take off the dress, so Kat kept it on because even though she had been stood up by Kevin Knell, she still liked the dress. She still felt pretty wearing the seraphim dress. She promised to execute Kevin Knell the next time she ran into him. Mary Taylor smiled, liking the idea.