Saturday evening, I wasn’t sure what to expect from our “not a date” movie, but I wanted to dress to impress all the same. I chose pressed blue slacks and a tight, white T-shirt underneath an open, checkered, short-sleeved top.
I took Über to our meeting place, and when I found Titus in front of the theatre, his eyes widened and he swallowed quickly. “Wow, you clean up nice, don’t you?”
I smiled. “Thanks, so do you.” And he did, with a light green, long-sleeved shirt paired with khaki pants. “This isn’t a date, though, right?”
He vehemently shook his head. “Absolutely not. Just two friends hanging out who happened to wear really nice clothes not at all designed to impress the other person.”
“Right.” I let him pretend and joined the line with him to get tickets. We chose a comedy-drama
