Alex stepped out of the shower and ran a towel through her hair. She chastised herself for the butterflies dancing in her stomach. She was simply going out with three friends, nothing more, she unsuccessfully tried to convince herself. If it were so simple, why had she changed her choice of clothes more than half a dozen times before she settled on what she would wear?
Now looking in the mirror, she was afraid she’d chosen wrong. The black ribbed tank top showed off her muscular build, but she wondered if she looked too casual. She eyed the faded ripped jeans hanging from the door, and her worry intensified. Jill would no doubt be dressed up, probably in a skirt, so they’d be mismatched. She angrily pulled the jeans from the hanger and slid them on. She certainly didn’t need to think abou
