Natalie hated getting ready for dates. Life had been so much easier back when she was thirteen and wore no make up, no skirts, no high heels (though those were still a rarity, to be honest). Now that she was deeply immersed in the girly world, she had to think over every last detail of everything.
She had to look attractive, but not overdress. She had to look available, but not slutty and not prudish. She had picked out a ridiculous number of options, and had eventually settled on skirt and a v-neck shirt that she thought gave enough of a hint of cleavage to at least keep him a little on his toes (she hoped).
She had just finished checking her teeth when the knock sounded at the door, and with a deep breath, she moved to pull it open, her smile widening at the sight of flowers. "Hi, Evan."