The evening would have dragged endlessly if it weren’t for Zack’s suggestion to go somewhere. I stared at my closet, the sheer amount of choices feeling both overwhelming and impossible. Nothing seemed to fit the casual vibe he requested. Makeup was never my thing, so I let my braids fall lazily over one shoulder, brushing against my chest as I studied my reflection. I had learned to rely on simplicity, letting natural looks do the talking, but tonight, the thought of going out with Zack made me second-guess everything.
I finally settled on a navy-blue long button-up that ended just above my knees, paired with a fitted black jacket and my favorite brown boots. A mini black purse would hold my phone and essentials. I took a deep breath, adjusted my braids, and stepped out of my room, tryin
