"I'm surprised your Mum didn't notice all the bruises you've got all over you," you say to Alex. He's in the bedroom getting changed, so you're shouting through to him from the living room.
"Yeah, she's probably too caught up in me leaving though. She wouldn't of noticed." he calls back.
"Mums always notice things like that. She probably didn't even want to know, probably worried about what she'll hear" you say. You hear him chuckling. He walks out a couple minutes later, in an adorable little suit.
"Aw," you say, which makes him look uncomfortable and self conscious. He twiddles his thumbs nervously.
"So where are we actually going for dinner? Why have you dressed so..posh?" you ask. He taps his nose, and winks.
"All will be revealed," he says mysteriously. You roll your eyes and go to get changed. You scan your wardrobe, you have no clothes. Well, you do have clothes but nothing that could compare to how nice Alex looks.
You sigh at your boring clothes.
"Al?" you call through.
"Yeah, love?"
"I literally have like no clothes," you say.
"You'll have to go to dinner naked then," he says. You can hear him smirking.
"No, Al, I'm being serious," you say.
"I'm sure nobody will mind, you've got a good body and all that, you're all set" he says.
"Shut up," you say, a smile forming across your face. You strip down to your underwear when you think you've found a dress to wear. It was still boring, but not as boring as the other clothes you had. You look in the mirror and sigh at your reflection.
"Nope," you say to yourself, stripping down to your underwear again.
"Have you found something yet?" Alex says, walking into the bedroom. He stares at you half naked for a while, until you start to feel uncomfortable, then he glances up at the wardrobe and the dull clothes that fill it.
"This is nice," he says, pointing at some old grey dress you've had forever.
"Ew, no," you say. He rolls his eyes and picks out some other dress.
"Al, do you have taste at all?" you scoff, moving him out the way to get to the wardrobe. He gives up and leaves the room to go and get a beer.
"All my good stuff is at my own flat," you say to yourself. You finally pull out some black dress, that wasn't particularly impressive but would do all the same.
"Okay, you ready to go out?" Alex asks, as you walk out the bedroom. He smiles at you and the not so impressive dress. "You look great!" he says.
"Thanks. So where are you taking me?" you ask. He smirks, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
"You'll see," he says, grabbing his denim jacket and draping it over your bare shoulders. He grabs his keys, and your hand and leads you out the door.
