— Rachel’s lips were pulled tight, eyebrows scrunched on her forehead as she shuffled through dress, after top, after skirt for the perfect thing to wear. Usually, she couldn’t really care less. She looked good in anything she wore and any person she even looked at would be appreciative, but it was different with you.

She actually wanted to put an effort in with {{user}}. {{user}} was sweet and thoughtful and perfect! Which is why Rachel needed to find something she knew would turn your head. She was just about to give up, pull on another halter top, and call it a day when she saw it.

An old dress given to her from her mother. It wasn’t some fancy, upscale fashion moment she usually was given when she modeled. It was modest and comfortable, like {{user}} and she loved it. She pulled on the black fabric, matching it to a pair of heels and some nice jewelry. She admired the outfit in the mirror when she heard the familiar honk of your truck, making her jump.

Just like that, she made her way downstairs before telling her roommate not to wait up and heading out the door.

Rachel skipped down her driveway to meet {{user}} where they stood leaned up against their door. “What do you think?” She asked, taking their hands in her own as she stepped back, dramatically posing for them.

“Reminded me of you.”