Ava's phone buzzed against the wood of the dressing table. Placing her red lip gloss down, she glanced at the number on the screen, then swiped.
“Hi. Sure. I’ll be there in five.”
Thom was waiting for her outside. He had called earlier and asked her if she would go to dinner. Taking one last look in the full-length mirror of her bedroom, she made her way out of her apartment. She knew she looked nowhere near as hot as the women Thom would have taken on dates before, but she felt like her emergency shopping trip had at least paid off a little. Her long, black evening dress sported an insanely high side split that reached the top of her thigh and the backless cowl design which sat just above her behind, showed off her slender back. She had chosen to have her hair down, framing her delicate
