Riley checked herself in the mirror for the fourth time, she was sure she'd looked better in the green dress, but Avery, still sitting on her bed with a stupid grin, said the jeans and black shirt were a better option. She wished she had more experience with dates. What were they going to do? Just sit and eat? They could do that here at home. And why did they have to go sit in a restaurant where loads of people were going to be staring at them? She was being stupid, Riley knew that, but she was nervous. She'd not been on a date in, well, ever, so of course, she was nervous. Flirting these past weeks was easy, she really liked Amy, but going on an actual date, was downright scary to her.
"I'm not sure I can do this, Avery." Riley spun toward the bed, where Avery sat, her legs crossed, loo
