It’s been six months and still, Kira still feels the nerves flutter in her stomach as she waits for Derek to show up. They don’t go out much; there’s not much time to, but sometimes, it’s Derek’s decision to ditch their supernatural problems and take his girlfriend out for a couple hours.
She’s surprised by it, but the whole thing, that Derek is still into her after finding out her quirks and weird characteristics, the fact that she laughs at stupid things and the fact that Pepsi and Coke are not the same thing (and no, Pepsi is not fine). He reminds her that they’re a part of her and he thinks all of her his beautiful (sometimes Derek has a way with words that shuts down her brain, but ignites her body).
Still, with as many dates as they’ve had, she obsesses over her dress in the mirror, hoping Derek will like it, will think she looks as great as she does. It’s green, his favorite color, with pretty crystal accents and a large black sash that ties around her waist into a bow that sits on the small of her back.
The doorbell rings, startling her, and Kira tries not to run to the door (her heels are high enough to kill her if she falls over). When she opens it, though, Derek stands there, looking really sharp in a blazer and button up, a small gathering of flowers in his hands. Maybe, just maybe, Kira stands and admires a little too much.
"Hey!" she exclaims after a moment, holding out her hand to take his and pull him inside.
Sometimes, Derek takes her out, and they drive in his Camaro to a nice restaurant and Kira presents her fake idea so she can have a glass or two of wine instead of Coke like she normally would, but tonight, her parents are out and she wanted to cook. She spent hours making chicken and pasta, and baking desserts for the two of them to share.
When Derek says, “It smells really good in here,” Kira illuminates so vibrantly her brightness can rival the sun. She stops walking to turn into him, give him a hug, and her body warms when she hears him say, “I have to admit you smell better.”
She emits a slight giggle, and rolls her eyes, but she says, “Thank you, Derek,” holding his hand while she leads him to the kitchen, sits him down and serves their plates.
She’s quick to dim the lights and grab the wine and begin their date.
"By the way, Kira," Derek says, with glittering eyes and a sunlit smile, in the middle of dinner, "you look beautiful tonight."
(If Kira turns as red as the roses Derek brought for her, well, that’s no one’s business but theirs.)