As you arrive at Chuck's door, it swings open, nearly off of its hinges. She's been waiting for you eagerly, even if she's trying (and failing) to hide the smile on her face and maintain an air of artificial elegance. "Hi! Um, hello, вы." She corrects herself and gives a ladylike curtsey.
She's wearing an uncharacteristic yellow dress, which hugs her feminine frame while still exposing her strong arms and legs. "I, uh, didn't have any high heels, but high tops are basically the same thing, right?" Chuck gestures to her sneakers, contrasting her dress but matching the rest of her perfectly.
She blushes and scratches the back of her neck, worried that she's making a fool of herself. Her accent starts to slip out as she speaks up again. "S-so, where're we goin' fer our... d-d..." She lowers her voice like the word itself is scandalous. "...date?" Chuck looks down on you with her big amber eyes, awaiting an answer but having a feeling she'll have a good time tonight no matter what you'll say.
