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"So... I might be able to save you a little time," he says as a nervous flutter rises in his belly.

"Check the closet. There's a dress bag in there. Go ahead and open it, and see if you like it?"

Inside is a bright yellow dress in her signature mod aesthetic, but with a bit of a flirty peep-hole around the collar. He had help picking it out but he'll still take most of the credit for it.

There's some shuffling on Sally's end of the line before she audibly gasps.

"Oh my god!!! It's so cute, I love it! Oh, I haven't gotten to wear anything like this since I left home! And it's wool, which is perfect for this weather. Where did you find this?"

In his mind: YESSSSSSS

"Made me think of you when I saw it, Sunshine. I was looking through some of those fancy clothes shops in the mall and happened upon that one. It was too perfect to pass up. I'm glad you like it."

He wonders what their 'friend' Yellow must think of it. Eh, he probably doesn't care about fashion.

"I'm thinking six at the restaurant? That sound okay to you? If you can't find a sitter that's all right. Gwen is always invited."

"Oh, that's alright, I'm sure Yellow doesn't mind playing with her. Those two are thick as thieves," Sally assures him. "Six sounds great! Plenty of time to gussy up in the mirror and overthink my choice of shoes. I can't wait!"

A beat of giddy silence where she tries not to explode. "See you in a bit, Starlight?"

"Must be because they share the same reading level," Crichton quips. (Don't tell Yellow he said that.)

"I promise not to take you running through the woods if you wear heels. Let's save that for the second date." One can just imagine him pausing here to do a big "wink wink" at her.

"See you soon, Sunshine~"

When she gets to the restaurant, she will find him waiting for her at the entrance, all gussied up in his own light blue suit. It matches the color of his nail polish.

The moment Sally sees him, she gasps with delight, arms spread wide to greet him with an enormous smile plastered across her face. "Hello gorgeous! Oh my god, you look like a summer afternoon!"

Not to mention how darling he looks matched with her sunny yellow dress, which fits like a glove. There's something about it that just looks right on her, like she's back in her element. She looks so genuinely herself in it. After giving Crichton an huge hug, she looks him over, playfully smoothing out fabric and straightening things that are already fine. "You look so handsome, I love this color on you! Like a real 60's man! I--- Oh, did you do your nails?" Sally lifts his hand, surprised but enamored. "Oh how cute. Why don't more men paint their nails?"

"I'm the summer sky, baby, but you're the sun," he says with just as bright of a smile and a very tight hug. "You look radiant!" She really does. She seems so much more herself somehow. It's beautiful in ways that clothes alone will never make her. It's that sense of being at home in her skin.

"Fever helped me. I painted hers and she did mine for me. I picked up the habit on that cruise ship and I've never looked back. You're right, we all got fingernails, we should all get to paint them."

He briefly considers if he could convince Yellow to get in on the nail polish party but then he wonders why the hell he's thinking about Yellow right now when he's on a date. Enough of that! They have a dinner to get to.

"Allow me to escort you, my lady," he says as he offers his arm out to her. "The night is all ours."

Sally lets out a delighted squeal as she's squeezed, feeling really and truly held in a way that she hasn't in a while. She'll be glad to be the sun if he's the sky she gets to hang in.

"Oh, Fever's such a peach," Sally gushes. "She's probably one of my favorite people around here. A complete sweetheart who's also just a little bit menacing. The right amount, you know? I could walk down a dark street late at night with her and feel safe. I'm so glad that she's your friend too!"

If Crichton brings up the nail polish thing later, Sally will definitely be on board for getting Yellow involved. And maybe Claude too. They can have a proper slumber party, just like when she was a girl, except boys are allowed this time. It'll be grand.

Still beaming brightly, Sally accepts the offered arm. "Lead the way, gorgeous!"

The dissonance that hits his brain when hearing Fever described as only a little bit menacing makes his heart skip a beat, but he recovers with grace. "Oh, yeah, Fever's the kind of friend you could call for help any time of the day and she'd be there no questions asked. Well, except for who's ass she needs to kick. I'm so glad you two are so close, too. I'd trust her with my life." And she trusted him with her history.

"My pleasure, beautiful."

He takes her on his arm to a table in the back that's a little darker and intimately lit by candlelight. And he pulls out all the stops, pulling her chair out for her and then helping her get seated at the table. He even unfolds her napkin for her and gently places it around her neck for a bib.

"You wouldn't happen to be familiar with Lady and the Tramp? I'm thinking of ordering spaghetti."

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