"Where have you been? We're gonna be late for dinner David!"
Standing just by the greeting hall mirror touching up her lipstick, while adjusting the bottom hem of her dark maroon minidress is your girlfriend Naomi, and by the rush she is in, you know that you'll not have any time indoors before she drags you on to the dinner date with Simon and Gina that you've pretty much forgotten about. Sighing inwardly, you realise that if you break the news to her now, dinner is off and normalcy goes out the window.
As you take in the vision of the woman waiting for you, 5'10" with black hair done up in a classy neck length bob, her figure wrapped perfectly in her chosen minidress, one most women would kill for, you send up a silent prayer and hope that dinner will be uneventful and that you will get to enjoy one last outing with your girlfriend and your favourite double date partners, before the world changes.
"Long story Naomi, I'll tell you about it when we get back from dinner," you say, keeping the door open to indicate that you won't be coming in.
"Was it something important? You can tell me now if you like, I've only just called the Uber," she says, still fixing her makeup in the mirror.
"I'll tell you later," you say, before attempting to deflect any further questioning. "Is that the dress you bought during the summer sales last week?"
"One of them," comes her reply, as she gives you a glance and a quick smirk.
"It's gorgeous," you say, stepping in and letting the door slide close on its own as you walk up to your girlfriend and slip your arms around her waist. Her body feels firm and yet inviting, under the soft fabric.
"We don't have time David!" she says, turning to give you a peck on the lips as she places her lipstick back into her clutch before turning to face you fully.
"Didn't you just call the Uber?" you say, smiling for the first time since you got the news.
"It'll be here any minute and we're already running late," Naomi replies as she breaks free from your embrace and walks to the door.
Staring at her phone, Naomi waves the screen at you as she opens the door and pulls her jacket over her dress. You pause for a moment as you admire her shapely derriere before it gets covered up by the classy black denim jacket that she likes to wear for special occasions. Now you are really starting to wonder if you've forgotten something.
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