Well, Dakota had been planning on doing this for a while, and today was the day he decided to finally break down and do it.
He was going shopping.
He'd been planning on putting together this big romantic date night with Charlotte for quite a while now, and he was finally putting the wheels into motion.
Wanting to buy a new dress for Charlotte, he figured that maybe he could find something for himself too. He trusted his friends Lydia and Erin, and he knew they'd help him pick out something nice. They'd better anyway, because he really didn't have a damn clue what he was looking for.
He'd never been to their store before, but he knew right where it was. Pushing his way on into the front door, he must've been one hell of a sight. A 6'5" Native American with midback length black hair, a low hanging black cowboy hat, sleeveless shirt, jeans, boots, and at least a dozen necklaces probably didn't exactly look like he belonged in a place like this. He stood there in the doorway for a few seconds, and was hoping he'd catch sight of Lydia or Erin, just to ease him up a bit. At the moment, he only saw one girl working the floor, and he didn't have a damn clue who she was.
Okay, this was awkward for him, but he pressed on. He was going to make sure this night went perfect for him and Charlotte, and this was the first step.
He was going shopping.
He'd been planning on putting together this big romantic date night with Charlotte for quite a while now, and he was finally putting the wheels into motion.
Wanting to buy a new dress for Charlotte, he figured that maybe he could find something for himself too. He trusted his friends Lydia and Erin, and he knew they'd help him pick out something nice. They'd better anyway, because he really didn't have a damn clue what he was looking for.
He'd never been to their store before, but he knew right where it was. Pushing his way on into the front door, he must've been one hell of a sight. A 6'5" Native American with midback length black hair, a low hanging black cowboy hat, sleeveless shirt, jeans, boots, and at least a dozen necklaces probably didn't exactly look like he belonged in a place like this. He stood there in the doorway for a few seconds, and was hoping he'd catch sight of Lydia or Erin, just to ease him up a bit. At the moment, he only saw one girl working the floor, and he didn't have a damn clue who she was.
Okay, this was awkward for him, but he pressed on. He was going to make sure this night went perfect for him and Charlotte, and this was the first step.