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(Looks past himself in the mirror and sees her reflection, smiles, and turns around.) If you don't mind.

I wouldn't have offered if it bothered me. Now, turn around.

( once he was facing towards the mirror, she reached around him and started to tie the tie. )

(Turns around, and tries to turn the smirk he has on his face to a look of concentration as she ties it for him, but fails for the most part.) Remind me again why I agree to go to my father's dinner parties?

Because he's your father.

( she'd rest her chin against his shoulder as she got onto her tiptoes to continue to tie it. when she has it done, her fingers linger for a moment before she pulled away. )

Ah. Of course. I'm unsure of how that possibly slipped my mind.

(When she pulls away he looks down for a moment before moving to grab his suit jacket. To ask her out or not to ask her out, that is the question?) You know...this tie may come untied somewhere between dinner and dessert and if it did, well, I would be stuck. Would you like to join me? Just, in case the tie becomes undone...(Not the best date request but if she happens to say no, at least it was casual.)

( her eyes widened and she blushed at the request. leaving the house wasn't something she was keen on, but spending an evening with him meant she could push aside the uncomfortable feelings she'd get. reaching out, she straightened his tie. ) Not sure if I have a dress to match, but I'd love to.

Is matching necessary? (Asks with genuine curiosity, not sarcasm.) You don't have to, actually, you don't even have to wear a dress if you don't want.

I would need to look nice, Nate. Normally dates -- err, people going together dress to match.

It's just to my father's house, Nicole, it's not like we are going to City Hall. (Tries not to look too amused by her flustered behavior.)

I'll wear my worst clothes, then.

Not that I would mind, but out of curiosity...which are your worst clothes?

They've got holes and paint on them.

( she glanced over her shoulder at him before heading off to her room to look for something to wear. )

(He's pretty sure his father would have a bigger problem with that than he would. Painting has always been a cause for contention between Nate and his father. Whether he was jealous of the bond Nate and his mother shared because of art or if it was because Nate decided to pursue that instead of business, he didn't know, but it had been the reason for the rift that continued to grow between Nate and his dad.)

Does the paint at least match what I'm wearing? (He asks, nothing but humor in his voice as he follows her to her room but lingers outside it.)

I forgot what colors you were wearing. ( she teased back, but in the back of her closet the found a black dress that would match. nicole slipped into it, but had a hard time zipping it up. )

Uh, Nate? Do you -- think you could zip me up?

(Stares for just a moment, literally stunned by the choice. After he comes around he just nods. His hand fumbling with the zipper at first but then he slowly zips up the back. His hand lingering on the back of her neck, he leans his head down close to her ear and whispers.) You look beautiful.

( she trembled as she felt his hands on her back and she bit her lip to keep from making any sounds. a gasp escaped her lips at the sound of his voice so close to her ear. it caused her to blush and she turned her head to look at him. ) You, really think so?

Yes. Very much. (He smiles softly and smooths a thumb across her red cheek.) Though I bet you would have looked beautiful in the paint covered clothes as well.

( her eyes drifted closed and she leaned into his touch. ) You might be a bit biased since I'm your date tonight.

(Brow furrows as he thinks this over.) Maybe so, I'd rather like to think I'm very lucky that you're my date tonight.

I'm pretty sure I'm the lucky one.