Tiffany checked her reflection in her bedroom’s standing mirror, quirking her mouth as she debated her outfit. *Too casual*, she eventually decided and pulled off her t-shirt. She figured she’d keep the jeans, not wanting to go the opposite way and come off too dressy. She just needed to find the right top.
“Remind me again how this isn’t a date,” came Kyle’s voice from speaker phone. Stuffing the shirt into a drawer and pushing it shut with her hip, she grabbed her cell from the dresser and made her way over to the closet. She flipped through the tops hanging inside with one hand while holding her phone with the other. “Cause it feels a little like a date.”
“Mainly because I’m dating you,” she said matter-of-factly. “For, like, the past month.”
“Yeah, I know, it’s just…”
Kyle trailed off as Tiffany found the perfect top and tugged it off the hanger. It was loose and oversized with a wide neck that would reveal her collarbones almost all the way to her shoulders but the cotton knit was the perfect style, right between casual and formal, and the heather gray went well with the light blue of her tight jeans. She laid the top onto the bed and placed her phone next to it, freeing both her hands. She unhooked her bra, releasing her modest breasts, and removed the straps, which would have been clearly visible and just too suggestive in her mind.