He thought she’d never arrive. She thought she had nothing to wear. But once they were together it was worth the wait. The SALE signs made his eyes dance! Even she was drawn to 50% off tags. They shopped. They modeled. They flirted. He paid. He was the perfect gentleman. All evening. Opening all doors— for her. His opening the car door intrigued her most. She stared intently; one eyebrow raised. "Thank you," she replied.
On the way back he became frustrated with traffic. He reached for the gearshift and thrust it into fourth. Her body jerked as the car surged ahead. They locked eyes for a second and he smirked. Show off, she thought. The speed gave her a rush.
The car’s blue interior light shone on his profile: Strikingly, seriously handsome. He reached down and caressed her thigh, dragging his fingers across the black fishnets. She pursed her lips into a mischievous grin. He shifted again, this time sending the Xenon lights bouncing off the pavement.
"I like your boots,"he said. (The black, kiddo stretch leather, knee high, pointy-toe, 3-inch heel boot screamed, "Like me? Please!")
"Thought you might," she smiled.
There was only one thing on his mind as they drew closer to their destination. He made the call. She handled the phone. A minute passed, then she spoke.
"The kids all want McDonald’s…can you do McDonald’s?"
He downshifted, "Sure."