Page 21 of Blue Moon

“Good night, Sol. I have the air show tomorrow in the afternoon, but I can come by and pick you up around seven.”

The air show. I couldn’t wait to see him fly, but I had VIP tickets for the Sunday performance. At least I could watch him tomorrow from my balcony.

“Sounds great. Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow night, and I can’t wait to watch you fly on Sunday.”

Sawyer kissed me on my cheek before walking off into the moonlight.

***

I woke the next morning feeling excellent! Super bright and energetic. And thankfully, my headache was gone.

As much as I wanted to watch Sawyer fly, I decided to wait until I was at the air show so I could get the full experience. Even so, I could hear the jets passing above my place.

After spending a leisurely afternoon lounging around my place, I finally got ready for our date. And unlike the anxiety I had last night, I was looking forward to it. Sawyer and I had really turned a corner, and I knew we would have a great time tonight.

What would I wear? I checked the forecast—another foggy fall night. I had to dress warmly.

I perused my closet, filled with bright dresses that were on brand for me, but inappropriate for the restaurant I was taking Sawyer to.

Next, I inspected my business suits. Nope. Too formal. This was a date.

I studied the rest of my clothes. Maybe I should wear a button-up shirt and slacks.

I picked one blouse and eyed it critically—it didn’t spark joy, so I threw it into a donation box that was hungry for items. I seriously needed to declutter my closet, and soon, since it was packed with so many clothes that had been gifted to me that I’d never wear. I’d been super inspired since I saw a documentary about organization on Netflix. Maybe I could pitch a decluttering challenge to my PR company and get it sponsored?

Man, why couldn’t I focus? Clothes! Date! Tonight!

After a few more minutes, I finally found what I was looking for.

The perfect outfit, one I hoped Sawyer would appreciate. It wasn’t even in one of my brand colors. Kelli would murder me.

It was a simple black cocktail dress. I slipped off my shirt and sweatpants and pulled the dress over my head, the soft fabric caressing my curves.

One look in the mirror and I knew it was exactly what I wanted. Flattering but not tacky. Classy and elegant, with a hint of sex appeal. Not too eager, not too standoffish. Yay!

Now for the shoes.

My eyes gravitated toward a pair of pink high heels. Was that too much? The bright pink shade would pair well with a nice glossy lipstick. I’d change out of the heels if I could convince him to go with me after dinner to look at the Blue Moon. But this outfit was perfect for a date with Sawyer.

I couldn’t wait for him to pick me up.