You and Zayn had met up the day after on your way to work. You exchanged phone numbers after realizing you'd forgot to.
Right now you are doing laundry for this week. You are currently at the laundromat. As you're folding a yellow tank top, your phone rings. You take it out your pocket. The ID says "Zayn" and you smile big. You accept his call and stick it between your ear and shoulder, continuing to fold.
"Hey,"
"Hey, what are you doing today?"
"Well right now I'm doing laundry, but afterwards I might go home and chill." You take your basket to the washer where your white clothes are in, washed, press the code, and open it.
"Hmm, ok,"
"I have a question for you,"
"Shoot." You say putting clothes in the basket.
"What do you say to going out for dinner with me tonight?" You shut the door after all the clothes are out and lean against it.
"Uhhh," You pretend think for a moment.
"Yeah, I'd like that."
"Great! I mean, cool, that's cool, can I pick you up at 8?" He asks playing chill.
"Yeah, that's fine. What should I wear?"
"Uhhh, dressy." He says.
"Cool,"
"Ok then, I'll see you tonight beb."
You hang up and pause for a second, basket in hand. Then you start to do a little happy dance. You go back to laundry with thoughts of tonight invading your head.
5:45 pm
Currently you are cuddled on your couch in your apartment. Spongebob is on, and you have a tub of Ben & Jerry's with a spoon in hands. After you got home, you came back home and did some cleaning.
Checking your phone, you see that it is 5:54. You also got a text from Zayn. You unlocked it and went to messages.
Hey babe, just wantd 2 tell u to wear something fancy but not 2 fancy 2nite. Srry I found the place l8. x
You smile and text back,
K thanks
You lazily get off the warm couch. Stretching, you rub your tummy and start to your bedroom. You pick out lace black panties with a matching bra. You head to the shower and wash with a non scented soap and cucumber melon wash. You shave and get out, wrapping a towel around you. You put on powder deodorant and lotion.
You go to your closet and pick out (Pic on side). You go to your makeup table and sit in front of the mirror. Drying and brushing out your hair, you blow dry it. You look in the mirror to see a humongous afro. You straighten and curl it, pinning it to the side. You spray it with spritz.
You then do your make up consisting of light mascara, a winged eyeliner, a little eye shadow, and red lipstick. You didn't want to cake your face so you make it light. After you're done, you look in the mirror, satisfied.

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