Chapter Nine
None of the clothes she owned looked good on her. It was a hard realization to come to just one hour before she was supposed to meet her date. Her new hardwood floors in her bedroom were no longer dark wood; they were covered in almost everything she owned.
It had been a very long time since anyone had asked her out on a date, and longer since she'd agreed. She was nervous, and it was showing through every time she looked in the mirror. She'd only liked one outfit so far, a pair of jeans with a black top that had black lace that ran up the middle of the sleeves showing her arms. It was silky and buttoned down the front, but was it too much for the bar?
Sam dropped both her hands in defeat and dug that first outfit back up from the graveyard of clothes on the floor. Paired w
