“I’m not about to play with you. Do you know where you are going?” Lily asked.
“No. He didn’t tell me, and I think that’s what’s making me freak out, too. I don’t even know what to put on.”
When I asked Coye where we were going, he told me it was a surprise, and that was it. No indication of anything else.
“Wait, he did say dress comfortably,” I told them.
Sophie stood from the bed and walked to the closet. “We could work with that.” She started moving the clothes and pulling out multiple things. It took her five minutes or so to finish looking through my clothes and putting them on the bed.
Since I had planned on going on the date before I freaked out, I showered and everything. I just needed to figure out the outfit, and I think that was what sent me into a frenzy.
“Since it’s chilly out, and you don’t know where you are going, I think you should pick this one.” Lily pointed.
It was a pair of distressed jeans with a T-shirt and a long sweater. There was a hat that went with it, too, but I wasn’t sure if I would wear it. She even went as far as pulling out a belt, some accessories, and some shoes.
“I agree. Cute, but comfy. Leave the hat,” Sophie said.
“I was just thinking the same thing. I guess I’m going.”
They both squealed and clapped.
“Get ready, and we’ll be downstairs,” Lily said before they left the room.
When they were gone, I checked the time, and I only had about thirty minutes before Coye was set to arrive. I told him I would meet him wherever we were going, but he insisted on picking me up. I should have known he would do that since he insisted on picking me up for lunch the day before.
I applied my GLO body oil, then sprayed my body spray before putting my clothes on. Since I wasn’t wearing the hat, I brushed my hair down from the ponytail I had it in, then made sure my edges were laid. Afterward, I put on some lip gloss and switched my bags. Once I was ready, I headed downstairs.
“Okay, he’s going to like this,” Lily said as I came down the stairs.
“Yes, friend. The way them jeans fit.” Sophie bit her fist. “Damn, girl.”
“Shut up.” I giggled. “Y’all think this is enough?”
I looked down at my outfit. It looked good when I looked in the mirror, but for some reason, I still doubted it.
“Yes!” They both shouted.
“Okay, okay.”
They stayed for a few more minutes, giving me a pep talk on all the dos and don’ts. The most important thing was for me to have fun.
In the silence, the butterflies in my stomach returned. I tried to scroll social media to occupy myself, but that didn’t help.
When my doorbell rang, I jumped. I had to laugh at myself for acting so scared.
I grabbed my bag and walked to the door.
I had to swallow the lump in my throat when I opened the door, and Coye stood on the other side of it in black jeans, a black shirt, and a money green sweater. On his feet, he wore sneakers the same color as the sweater.
“Damn, Babygirl. You look good.” He complimented me before kissing my cheek.
“Thank you. I like your fit,” I told him.
I held back my smile when I noticed him blush a little. He was multiple shades darker than me, but it was still noticeable.
“Are you ready?”
“I am.” I stepped out and closed my front door, then locked it.
