Zack swallowed as his ride pulled up to Alfonso’s. The place was ritzy to say the least. Gold, black marble, and dark brown hardwood accented the outside of the building. The doormen were dressed in expensive tailored uniforms, and the patrons were dressed in black tuxedos or gorgeous evening gowns.
Crap.
Zack opened DaEvo and looked over his Style stats to remind himself that some circles considered the fringed jacket and neon jeans fashionable. Hopefully these people were in those circles.
Kayla should be. She was a model. She was so stylish that he was going to earn Reputation points just for going out with her. They’d errored out the amount—or maybe it’d depend on how public this was?—but DaEvo had definitely mentioned it. As long as DaEvo recognized it as a date, this would start a
