Three days later,
"How do I look?" Ruby asked, spinning in front of me.
"You look ready," I answered.
"No, do I look sexy? Gorgeous? Do you think he'll ask me out after our date?"
"I think he'll eat you up; you don't have to worry, you're good to go."
She smiled and picked up her purse. "Wish me luck."
"I wish you success. I hope your date goes smoothly."
"Thank you." She walked to the door and opened it.
"Do you have to go by cab?" I asked, stopping her before she could leave my room.
"Hmm?" She looked at me.
"Joshua can take you to the restaurant."
"Oh no, I'll go by cab; it's better that way."
I raised my brows at her statement, and she continued, "What if he wants to drive me home after dinner but can't because I have a driver? Nah, I don't want that."
"Okay," I laughed, "I understand."
"If things go well, I'll text you tomorrow morning," she winked and finally left my room.
I laughed and threw myself on the bed. I also want to go out on a date. I miss dating.
