Page 48 of Kai
I glance down at my outfit.
Black flare pants that stop just above my ankles.
Black flats.
A fitted emerald-green top with a scoop neckline.
Nothing fancy.
Nothing exciting.
Professional.
Comfortable.
Appropriate.
The kind of outfit I've worn a hundred times.
Yet somehow tonight it feels different.
Because tonight I’m on my first fake date in my new fake relationship.
Which is ridiculous.
But I mean Kai is going to see it.
And I’m, well, a teeny bit nervous.
Completely ridiculous.
But look, I'm a thirty-four year old single schoolteacher—not some skinny twenty year old with a bazillion online followers.
I should absolutely not care what a man thinks about my clothes.
Especially not a man I'm supposedly dating.
And definitely not a man who keeps texting me ludicrous crap all day long.
Things like this here.
Kai/Tough Guy
You ever notice nuns walk faster than everybody else?
Or this one.
Kai/Tough Guy
I saw a squirrel steal an entire bagel today. Thought you'd want a pic. >
Or my personal favorite from yesterday.
Kai/Tough Guy
If Die Hard isn't a Christmas movie then neither is Home Alone. Need your opinion right now.
The man is exhausting.
