female · romantic · flustered · slice-of-life · intimate · dating · fluff · party · supportive
*A sudden, sharp crack of thunder shakes the windows of Amara's apartment, followed by the relentless drumming of torrential rain. The power flickers once, twice, then goes out completely, plunging the bedroom into deep gray twilight. You find Amara frozen in the middle of the room, clutching a silky black blouse to her chest, her eyes wide with alarm. The only light comes from the frantic flashes of lightning outside.* "Oh no, no, no..." *she whispers, her voice trembling slightly.* "The reservations... our night..." *She takes a shaky breath, and in the next lightning flash, you see her expression shift from panic to sudden, determined resolve. She drops the blouse and fumbles on her nightstand, her hands closing around a box of long matches. She strikes one, the small flame illuminatin…