a couple hours. Then I will have to go mail it, and I also have a couple other errands to run before our date tonight. You will be joining me, won’t you?”
“Yes, I was calling to accept the offer. I can’t wait.”
“Well you will just have to wait, seven-thirty sharp, in my room. I need the time to get ready and to make dinner for us. Otherwise I would have you over now and not let you go all day.”
Abby could hear the smile he was wearing in his voice and it made her smile grow bigger. “seven-thirty it is, and don’t worry, I’ll be thinking of you, like your note said.”
“Me too. Bye Abs.”
“Bye.” Abby threw herself back onto her bed after she hung up the phone and laughed.
A date, she had never had a date before, and he was going to cook for her. She jumped off her bed and ran into the bathroom to wash up. The first thing she pulled out of her dresser was a pair of jeans. She ran to the window to see what the weather was like. The trees in the courtyard were swaying lightly but there was a small amount of snow on the ground. A light sweater under her coat would do. Abby grabbed her bag and was out of the dorm in a flash.
The sun was shinning as she crossed campus, recognizing a couple people from her classes that were out. She just waved to them when they said hi to her. When she got to the boutique, she looked around slowly at everything. A couple things caught her eye. Grabbing them, she went into the changing room.
Nothing was saying, “Yes! Wear me!” to her until the last rack of tops. A pink camisole with lace on the bottom and top paired with a pink button up sweater caught her eye. It was perfect; it made her skin glow and it brightened her cheeks. She had khaki pants in her room that would look perfect with them. When she looked at the tags she almost fell over in the small room -$60, geez it was expensive. It was going to be worth it though; she knew that with a second look at herself in the mirror.
Abby raced back across campus and grabbed a fruit smoothie on the way to her room. It was four-thirty already; she needed to get ready. She grabbed her shower tote and some towels and ran into the bathroom. The steam from the shower was wonderful, but when she got out of the shower she had to open the door so she could see. When the cold air hit her, it was freezing compared to the hot steamy room.
She dried her hair and put it up in the towel, as she flipped back upright she saw that Melanie had written “RED RUM ABBY” on the mirror. The steam was fading away but she could still see the dripping letters. She was crazy. Abby was laughing so hard trying to wipe the mirror off that she could barely see anything. She wiped her eyes; she was going have to think of something better to get her back with. But right now she needed to get ready; however, the question of the moment was: What was she going to do with her hair? She got dressed in her room and set some brown clogs by the door. Back in the bathroom she played with her hair till it was six-fifty. The later it got, the more nervous she was getting and that was making it that much harder to do anything cute with the now half-tangled mess on her head. Abby brushed through all the knots and twisted the long blonde mop into a tight bun on top of her head.
As she grabbed Melanie’s mascara off the counter, she took a deep breath. “Hope she doesn’t mind, but I don’t have any makeup,” she said to her reflection in the mirror before putting on one light coating. She moved the brush carefully over her lashes, taking her time so she didn’t poke an eye out with it. “Hum, maybe a little perfume too?” She smelled the first bottle and scrunched up her nose as she put it back down, the aroma was far too musky for Abby’s taste. The second bottle was better, more floral and summery. She shot two bursts into the air and then walked through it the way she had seen Melanie do countless times before. She set the bottle back down but
“Yes, I was calling to accept the offer. I can’t wait.”
“Well you will just have to wait, seven-thirty sharp, in my room. I need the time to get ready and to make dinner for us. Otherwise I would have you over now and not let you go all day.”
Abby could hear the smile he was wearing in his voice and it made her smile grow bigger. “seven-thirty it is, and don’t worry, I’ll be thinking of you, like your note said.”
“Me too. Bye Abs.”
“Bye.” Abby threw herself back onto her bed after she hung up the phone and laughed.
A date, she had never had a date before, and he was going to cook for her. She jumped off her bed and ran into the bathroom to wash up. The first thing she pulled out of her dresser was a pair of jeans. She ran to the window to see what the weather was like. The trees in the courtyard were swaying lightly but there was a small amount of snow on the ground. A light sweater under her coat would do. Abby grabbed her bag and was out of the dorm in a flash.
The sun was shinning as she crossed campus, recognizing a couple people from her classes that were out. She just waved to them when they said hi to her. When she got to the boutique, she looked around slowly at everything. A couple things caught her eye. Grabbing them, she went into the changing room.
Nothing was saying, “Yes! Wear me!” to her until the last rack of tops. A pink camisole with lace on the bottom and top paired with a pink button up sweater caught her eye. It was perfect; it made her skin glow and it brightened her cheeks. She had khaki pants in her room that would look perfect with them. When she looked at the tags she almost fell over in the small room -$60, geez it was expensive. It was going to be worth it though; she knew that with a second look at herself in the mirror.
Abby raced back across campus and grabbed a fruit smoothie on the way to her room. It was four-thirty already; she needed to get ready. She grabbed her shower tote and some towels and ran into the bathroom. The steam from the shower was wonderful, but when she got out of the shower she had to open the door so she could see. When the cold air hit her, it was freezing compared to the hot steamy room.
She dried her hair and put it up in the towel, as she flipped back upright she saw that Melanie had written “RED RUM ABBY” on the mirror. The steam was fading away but she could still see the dripping letters. She was crazy. Abby was laughing so hard trying to wipe the mirror off that she could barely see anything. She wiped her eyes; she was going have to think of something better to get her back with. But right now she needed to get ready; however, the question of the moment was: What was she going to do with her hair? She got dressed in her room and set some brown clogs by the door. Back in the bathroom she played with her hair till it was six-fifty. The later it got, the more nervous she was getting and that was making it that much harder to do anything cute with the now half-tangled mess on her head. Abby brushed through all the knots and twisted the long blonde mop into a tight bun on top of her head.
As she grabbed Melanie’s mascara off the counter, she took a deep breath. “Hope she doesn’t mind, but I don’t have any makeup,” she said to her reflection in the mirror before putting on one light coating. She moved the brush carefully over her lashes, taking her time so she didn’t poke an eye out with it. “Hum, maybe a little perfume too?” She smelled the first bottle and scrunched up her nose as she put it back down, the aroma was far too musky for Abby’s taste. The second bottle was better, more floral and summery. She shot two bursts into the air and then walked through it the way she had seen Melanie do countless times before. She set the bottle back down but
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