Easy Like Sunday Morning
https://archiveofourown.org/works/83481016
Just as I was fastening the diamond studs in my ear, the door bell rang. My eyes darted to the clock on my desk reading the time 7:00 PM. He was here to pick me up, just like he said he would. Dropping my phone into my purse, I did a quick check in the mirror. My hair was done up in a messy bun—the only other hairstyle I know besides letting them loose—with brown locks framing the round shape of my face. I debated letting my hair down but decided against it. Besides mascara and a soft lip lint, I didn't believe in make up all that much. C'mon, you wuss. Don't overthink this. I sprinted to the door, then slowed down and waited to catch my breath. Then, I opened the door.
Based on a Tumblr prompt by @waxxywade thank you! 🫡