Ever since Ares had asked her out Euterpe had been doing her best to put it out of her mind, but today was the day. There would be no more running away from the inevitable. It wasn't so much the fact that she was going on a date with Ares that bugged Euterpe and made her feel slightly off her game, no. It was the idea of allowing him to call the shots and her having to go along with it. Like how she was standing in her work in a dress. A red one that showed off her legs and called attention to her cleavage. The first was intentional, the second, not so much, but she could only assume he wouldn't mind. She doubted it would be an issue, though knowing she'd be fielding questions from her coworkers for the next week or so wasn't helping her mood.
When the text came that Ares was outside Euterpe laughed to herself, taking one last look at her appearance in the bathroom mirror. Clipping the flower into her hair, she grabbed her coat and pulled it on as she walked through the diner, the look on her face curbing any stupid comments aimed in her direction. Yes, she was in a dress. And heels. Ares had been smart enough not to come inside, which she'd have to thank him for later. It was bad enough that people knew someone had gotten her to dress up for something other than a performance, but she hated being the object of gossip.
Stepping outside, she spotted an unfamiliar car and walked over, hoping like mad it was him and she wasn't going to end up looking like a fool. Was she blushing as she opened the car door? No, of course not, her cheeks were just reacting to the change in temperature. Once in the car, she glanced over at him with a wry smile. He looked good. Really good. What was it about a man in a button down and nice slacks that made her heart race just a little faster? Her fingers itched to run through his hair, but she stifled the urge. "Good evening. Yes, I'm in a dress. Drink it up, this is a rare occurrence."