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Rachel and our Date

   We walked out of the restaurant and headed towards the car. He was putting his wallet back into his pocket as we walked. I also heard him rattle around in his pocket for his keys. As I was stepping in the car I hear a city bustle breaking voice.  
   "Hey Mia! Your dress looks fire!"
   Oh no, it was Rachel. She has always been that one person who's tried to be nice to me, but I'm just too socially awkward. My dress was navy blue with sunflowers all over it. Rachel always told me she liked navy blue on me because it complimented my pale skin tone. I had began to like it too.
   The dress was nice with the weather lately. I live in Florida, and it's about 85 degrees Fahrenheit right now. I wore my white flip flops too because I had just gotten my toes done navy blue (yes, it's my favorite color if you couldn't tell), and I don't like the squish of sweat between your toes when you wear sneakers in summer.
   "Oops, sorry to bother your date." She exclaimed across the parking lot.
   Ethan and I shot each other a look. Did she just say "date"? Everyone says that when we're seen together. It's kind of annoying too. Rumors have been spread around, and we all know what goes around, comes around.
   "Thank you. And we're not on a date, just getting some food."
   "Oh okay! Have fun!"
   "Thanks, you too." I quickly said when I realized she was with a group of friends.