[Text:] So, I’m coming over. I decided that I’m gonna cook for you and you’re hopefully gonna like it. I’m not dressing up, so don’t expect me to be all dolled up. As she pressed send, she put on a pair of her cotton running shorts and a top that had the arms cut off. As she looked in the mirror and nodded in approval, she grabbed her keys and a bag full of what she was intending to cook for him. She already knew the way to Randy’s house, so she didn’t need to ask. She walked down her stairs and climbed into her car, and began the trip to the Vipers home. Seemingly enough she wasn’t that far from him. Just a few turns and streets. While she was stopped at a light, she pulled her phone out to let him know she was close. [text:] Hey, I’m almost there. Put on some shorts, you don’t have to worry about the shirt.
