She knew she had to do it. The only way she was gong to impress this guy and get him to go away was let him see her as she was. “Timing is everything”, she reasoned “but I can’t decide when to change. Should it be first thing or after a romantic evening? What a buzz kill… or is he that kind of freaky?”
She couldn’t help the grin. A drop of venom soaked into her dull brick red silk and viscose blouse. It vanished. Absent-mindedly she brushed at the spot.
100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – #Week171
prompt: … I can’t decide when to change…