Raven stood outside the café waiting for Oliver to show up, he never did mention if he would take her… Maybe she should have cleared that up first with him. She was early, she has spent a good portion of her afternoon setting up the basement, then a quick shopping trip for the club. She paced back and forth on the sidewalk her heels clicking. A few whistles were shot her way, but she ignored them. Finally, a black sedan pulled up along the curb, the black out window rolling down.
She saw Oliver staring at her from the driver’s seat, his eyes spoke volumes. Raven hopped into the passenger’s seat. “You can’t be serious about wearing that,” stated Oliver as he’s eyes traveled over her body. She wore a black leather mini skirt, a shirt that wasn’t really a shirt, there was more skin than mat
