As we approached the crowded streets of London, the taxi man let us out, and we began to walk the rest of the way. "Well," George began. "Since you you've never been here before, how about I show you a few things?" I smiled at him. "Sure. I would love that."

George showed me almost everything around the entire city. Eventually, we had lunch in a quaint, classy little café, and afterwards George took me to all his favorite places.

It started getting dark by the time we were done. George looked at the clock in one of the shops. "It's almost 6:30, love. We should get going home to get ready for dinner." I nodded, and George called a taxi.

It took us around a half an hour to get back to George's flat. As soon as we walked in, I immediately went to find the perfect dress to wear. I grabbed a tight fitting, fancy red dress and walked into the bathroom. George headed into his room to get ready and make our reservations.

I put my red dress on, and contemplated about what to do with my hair. Eventually, I styled it into a messy bouffant. Then I took my red lipstick and mascara and put both of them on, along with a light pink eyeshadow. By the time I was finally ready to go, my nerves had really gotten to me. Though I'd known George for a long time and obviously had eaten dinner with him numerous times, I was afraid I would mess something up.

I walked into the bedroom to find George fixing his tie in front of the mirror. When he heard me come in, he immediately stopped and turned around. He smiled a little when he looked at me. "Y'know, I truly don't understand how one person can be as perfect as you are. You honestly look amazing." I giggled softly and tucked my bangs behind my ear. "You look pretty amazing yourself, sweetheart." And he really did. He looked so clean cut and proper. Next to him, I looked like nothing. "Anyway, you ready?" I asked. He nodded. "Of course."