Date night number one.
Marie paced by the door wearing a mint green lace dress and white oxford heels she bought with Janie on her birthday. She hadn’t been to Janie’s place in ages an se felt completely over dressed. But she wanted to put her best foot forward. The hair took ages to finish as she fish tail, French braided her own hair in a twist. She tapped her toe just waiting nervously for a sign of a car outside her shop an apartment.