and a sense of adventure
the unknown.
Chill out, I say.
This is not a date, remember?
Get your shit together.
I take a final deep breath
and lean back in the driver’s seat
in what I hope is a casual
non-date kinda way.
But then I turn my head
and see Lyric
walking toward me.
She’s got a pair of teal, faux fur earmuffs
a long-sleeved, sleek black bodysuit-snowsuit situation
that shows off all her curves
a pair of black snow boots, and a faux fur vest
that matches her earmuffs.
She’s carrying a tripod, camera bag
and some other influencer gadgets.
How she manages to make winter fashion
look so good
is some kind of
hot-girl sorcery.
My mouth hangs open for a second
until I snap it shut
remembering to
hop out and open the passenger door for her.
Lyric laughs at me.
Are you for real?
What?I say.
