Shania's POV
I wake an hour before my drink date with Leah. I have barely enough time to shower, change, and put on a light sprinkling of make-up. I drive to the bar she suggested and am pleased to see that she is there ahead of me. I hate arriving first, whether it’s a date or a meeting with a friend, but especially in a place like this, I hate to look like “the fat girl got stood up”.
“Hey hot stuff” Leah calls out.
“Hey yourself” I say resisting the urge to play down the compliment. I sit across from her.
She is still in her work clothes, that I saw her in this morning. The blouse is now on the outside of her slim-fit skirt, and the jacket is hanging on the back of her chair. Still she looks every bit as attractive as she was this morning, and rather over-dressed for this place. I
