"Great, see you then." And then before her nerves could cause her to say anything else she quickly hung up the phone. Click. After the initial excitement waned she realized that going on a date was a little more than harmless flirting and there was a chance of attachment. The blonde sighed. "It's okay. It's just a date. He's just a guy." She talked herself over it and then the excitement picked back up. She called her closest (using the word loosely here) friend to tell her and the girl on the other line quietly walked her friend through her outfit choices. "Keep it simple," Zenaida reminded her. Laila nodded, peering in at her closet.
Simple, right.
She ended up going with a a pair of flare jeans and a navy blue cable knit sweater. Simple make up, simple clothes, simple hair. Still, she thought she looked cute when she looked at herself in the mirror at 6:45. Fifteen minutes early.
By the by, she got absolutely no writing done that day.