�What am I doing? I�ve never done this before. I don�t date; I don�t know what to do on dates. What should I wear? What should I talk about? What if I can�t think of anything to say? I�m gonna stutter, I just know I am. Stupid, awkward, stammering dork. I can�t do this, I�m gonna make a fool of myself. The whole night�s gonna be a complete disaster. I�ll do everything wrong and Willow won�t ever want to see me again.�
With that thought planted firmly in her head Tara made her way over to her phone. She had every intention of ringing Willow and cancelling the whole evening. Luckily, as she neared the phone she noticed a small, folded piece of paper with her name on the front, surrounded by tiny hearts.
�That�s Willow�s writing. That wasn�t there when I left for class this morning. Was it? No, no I�m sure it wasn�t. She must have come by while I wasn�t here and left it. Wonder what it says?�
Deciding that the best way to answer that question would be to actually read the note, this is exactly what the lovely blonde did. And this is what she read:
Tara,
Before you think about ringing me, don�t. Under no circumstances will I accept a cancellation.
You will look great, in whatever you wear (especially if it�s one of your lovely floaty skirts).
You are not going to embarrass or make a fool of yourself.
And I am definitely, beyond any doubt, going to want to see you again.
Don�t ever forget that I love you.
Willow
�Okay Will, no cancellation. Do you really know me that well?� Tara grinned at the thought that someone had actually put the effort in to get to know her. �So, a skirt? Well that solves half of the clothes debate. Thank you Willow, I love you too.�
Tara made her way to her closet, removed a pale blue skirt and laid it out on her bed. She then removed a red skirt, looked at it for a second before changing her mind and putting it back. She did the same with two patterned skirts. Then a beep purple, velvet skirt and a khaki coloured combat-style skirt joined the blue one on the bed.
�Blue, purple or khaki? Which would Willow prefer? Well, the khaki one�s not floaty, so that�s no good. Now, either nice soft velvet or blue to match my eyes?�
To help her settle the debate, Tara�s mind conjured up a memory from earlier that week.
�After a particularly intimate and powerful spell the two girls had been cuddled up on the floor of Tara�s room. Willow had placed a loving kiss on the blondes� cheek then glanced into her eyes, holding their tender gaze. She smiled the sweetest of smiles before speaking in a low, sincere tone.
�You have beautiful eyes. Deep blue like the ocean, or like perfect, sparkling sapphires. In fact, from now on, my new favourite colour is officially Tara-eyes blue.��
�Okay, so I guess the blue one.�
The nervous wiccan put the two rejected skirts away then browsed through her closet for the perfect top.
