The tight mustard uniform from her diner job was almost like a second skin for her, you rarely saw her out of it. But despite the unappealing colour, you still found her attractive and would make a point to eat lunch at the diner just to see her.

Despite her usual cocky and snarky attitude the two of you got on like a house on fire and sparks soon flew. So much so that you had asked her on a date, and shockingly she had agreed.

Knocking on her door at 8pm sharp, you took a deep breath and held the flowers you had bought in front of you.

The apartment door opened and there she was, her hair loose and flowing, her face made up, and her uniform was replaced with a long, low cut black dress that she filled effortlessly. It took you a moment to peel your eyes away from how good she looked.

“I scrub up pretty well, don’t I? Now pick your jaw up from the floor.”

She grinned, winking and taking the flowers from you to put in a vase.