"Hey! Excuse me," The young lady said to Melvin as she hurried after him, but he didn't stop and just kept heading for his car.
The few seconds he had spent checking her out had told him several things about her. She was naive and looked too prissy to be in a club.
She was wearing an ugly loose, orange knee-length, round-necked, long-sleeved gown that didn't reveal any freaking thing about her body, and she had summed it up by wearing green-colored tennis shoes. She would have looked like a clown but for her hair which was twisted into a bun on the top of her head, making her look like she was a prissy teacher or something.
And then her glasses... Who wore such thick lens glasses to a club anyway? He had no doubt that she was probably the type who got bullied in school by the class hotties for being a bookworm. He really didn't want to be caught on any camera talking to someone dressed like she was.
