It was times like this I hated being a woman...
My entire closet was decorating my bedroom floor and I fumbled, on all fours, through my clothes in search of something to wear. The current pick, a black dress, was showing off everything that made me feel subconscious about my body. The dress was barely meeting my mid-thigh and it was showing far too much cleavage that was deemed appropriate.
"Why is it that the one night I have a date is also the one night I have nothing to wear," I muttered to myself, discarding a bra over my head.
A throat cleared behind me.
I shot up faster than the speed of lightning, hoping the person behind me didn't see more than they'd bargained for. I slowly turned around, hoping I passed out- or died- before I had to face the person who just saw my entire bottom in the air. I met the light laughing blue eyes of my roommate, holding a pink bra in his hand.
Saying I was flustered was like saying Noah's ark sailed down a small steady stream for forty days. I pulled on my dress, hoping it would magically lengthen under my touch, but my fairy godmother was out of order. Instead pulling it down caused it to draw more attention to my cleavage and that fact didn't escape Joe's notice. Red blotches covered my body, sensing the situation, while I grabbed a scarf and wrapped it around my neck.
"Can I maybe have that back, please-" I said, pointing to the pink bra, in Joe's hand. Joe looked down and for the first time seemed to realize what he was holding. His face turned as bright pink as the bra.
"Uh- oh- yeah- right," Joe stumbled towards me, almost falling over my shoes lying in front of my door. He handed me the bra and took a step back, running a hand through his hair.
"Thanks," I responded turning to my bed. I begged the Earth to swallow me where I was standing. My phone's alarm screamed out in warning that it was almost seven o'clock, almost time for Travis to be here. Also the warning that now I had even less time to find an outfit.
"You look beautiful," Joe commented, probably sensing that I was close to losing my mind. I turned back to him. "I don't think you'll find anything better. He'll be shocked out his shoes when he lays eyes on you," Joe added, his face still bright red as his eyes did one last sweep over my outfit. My anxiety slowly died down as Joe's words sunk in and his eyes met mine again.
"Thank you, Joe," I said, slowly walking over to him. Before I could stop myself, I had my arms around his neck for a hug. Shocked as he was, Joe recovered and wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his face in the crook of my neck. It was the first time we had more physical contact than a handshake or him consoling me.
"I promise you that you have nothing to worry about," Joe whispered, pushing me away so he could meet my eyes. His expression was hard to read and that made my heart beat faster than it should've.
"Joe! Where are you? We need to leave now!" Caspar's voice echoed through the hallway as his footsteps closed the distance to my room. I quickly took a step away from Joe, suddenly feeling guilty, as Joe let his arms fall to his side.
"In here," Joe turned, heading to the door without even blinking. He got there just as Caspar appeared in the door frame. Caspar's eyes immediately landed on me.
Caspar's eyes resembled those of a pug. It made me want to tug at the ends of the dress to make it longer... but luck was betting against me (and I seemed to have angered my fairy godmother).
"Snowy, you look," Caspar paused for a split second searching for the right word but still choosing the one that some woman wouldn't approve of, "hot! Like in really- hot!"
"Thanks Caspar," I replied, deciding the dress might not be such a bad fit. I grabbed a pair of comfortable shoes, a handbag, a coat and my phone. It was precisely seven o'clock. "Have a safe flight, guys, and please let me know when you landed safely," I said, wanting to hug them both (anxiety makes you think about all the bad ways things can end) but instead I gave them a small wave.
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