I stood in front of a mirror and took in my appearance. I was wearing a black pencil skirt with a short skit behind and a red turtle neck shirt. I smoothened the skirt around me, then turned to zip it up. It was, however, a bit too tight, and I started to move it up in order to get the zipper up.
A knock suddenly came on the door, and I turned letting go of the zipper. The skirt was thankfully tight enough to stay on me.
"Come in," I said, and Florian slowly stepped in.
My eyes widened a bit as I took him in. He was wearing a full suit, his hair slightly ruffled and falling above his forehead in curled waves.
"Hey."
I bit down on my lips, then turned back to the mirror. "You look like the Florian I imagined right now."
I turned to see his expression, but he had none. Like always. "An
