She turned to look at him and immediately, she felt out of place. He was wearing a navy coat over a white button up shirt. Her eyes trailed down until she met the shiny belt that held up his expensive looking jeans.
At least he was wearing jeans.
"I think we might have to stop at a boutique," He suddenly said.
"No," she snapped.
"You look like some gangster sidekick."
She scoffed. Did he need to hint at everything? He stared at her for such a long time, she felt embarrassed under his scrutinizing gaze. Unconsciously, she pulled her jacket over her.
"I already made an appointment, so there's no need refusing."
Before she could ask what appointment he was talking about, he pulled the gear into drive and pulled into the road. The drive to wherever he was taking her to w
