“What are you wearing on your date tonight?” Talia asked.
She called Irene after work and now Irene was standing in front of her closet in her underwear with her phone lodged between her ear and shoulder. She had been standing there for almost an hour. She hadn’t cared this much during her blind date.
“It’s an outing. And I’ll probably wear jeans and a nice top. Why?” she asked casually.
“I remember you have a pretty blue dress in the back of your closet. You could wear it. And it still has the tags on…”
The dress in question was one she bought to wear to a conference with her ex-boyfriend Steve. However, she got food poisoning the day before and spent the night puking her guts out while Steve went ahead and lived it up with a bunch of assholes who didn’t even care to check in on her.
