@smoothxoldfashioned
the night of their planned dinner was here before she knew it, and she was still standing in the middle of her closet wearing only her underwear. even those she wasn’t sure about. arguing that it would only be dinner and they were only going to talk, she tried to ignore that aspect of her preparation. hands balled into fists at her side, she stared at the row of clothing like they had morphed into one giant monster. “I can’t do this, I can’t do this,” she chanted as she attacked. the last time she’d been on a proper, sit down dinner, the guy texted his sister fifteen minute interval updates. updates to his sister! and he wasn’t even interested in anything she had to say; he just noted every one of her reactions to his stories. dating was rough all around, bev understood that.
she went through the motions of a few tragedies, but the worst was when she actually was attached to the outcome. that history was seriously checkered. sighing, she stepped into a nice dress, deep purple, and checked her face in the mirror. the heels were by her bed, and a knock on her door came just as she was putting her earrings in. “just a minute!” jogging over to the bed, she quickly shoved her feet into the shoes then high stepped over to the door. “hi,” she greeted with a warm smile. “I’m ready,” she lied. “I just need to grab my purse.”
