MY DRESS IS a lot for a simple coffee meeting.
And maybe my hair is fluffed to within an inch of its life.
I wipe off red lipstick with a napkin. Coat my brown lips in clear gloss instead. It softens the look and makes it less try-hard. I'm satisfied with the woman I see.
The wind rushes through my hair as I speed to the diner. I'm late. Took too long deciding on what to wear. Pulling clothes from the closet. Tearing them off the hangers. Holding them up only to throw them back down again.
Nerves dragged a trampoline in my stomach and invited butterflies. I haven't been this nervous about a simple meeting in… years. Not since Jerrison and I first started dating.
After I find parking, I flutter around with my purse. Drag the sun visor down and fuss with the spaghetti strap of my dress. I tug my tube of lip gloss from the purse. Dab it on my bottom lip. Smear it around.
There.
Pretty.
I'm elegant. In control.
