I had lost bets before, but when I bet you a manicure if you beat me in last weeks fantasy football game, I hadn’t expected to ever have to pay up. I keep up with scores and updates constantly while you’re only in it for fun and don’t have any idea what you’re actually doing. You only joined in because some of your coworkers did. So I lost on Monday, pay up on Tuesday.
You invited me to come along with you instead of just paying the cash, which I didn’t really mind. I don’t usually have anything going on during the week, so an evening at the nail salon with a cute girl I barely know seems like as good a night as any. I meet you in the parking lot out front and we chat for a minute before going in. You look good, a denim skirt hangs halfway down your thighs and your T-shirt is well fitted to your slim frame.