Julianna looked at her reflection in the mirror one last time, tousling her long, layered hair. It spilled over her shoulders and down past the top of her
black strapless cocktail dress. She wasn't much of a hair stylist - the tousling and making sure it was dry were about as fancy as she got, and other than a few swipes of mascara and some lip gloss, she hadn't done much in the way of makeup, either. Still, she usually wore her hair up and no makeup at all, so it was something.
"You'll do," she told her reflection. With that, Julianna slid into her open-toed black heels (which, as she'd told Megan on their shopping excursion, really had been buried in the back of her closet). She grabbed the one clutch that she had, though it didn't terribly match (her jewelry was probably also too casual for what she was wearing, but what did she care?) and headed out, locking up as she went.
A couple minutes later, she got out onto the sidewalk outside of her apartment where she was supposed to be meeting Zach. Well, she'd said her apartment - but she'd gotten a head start, so she figured why fuss with him having to ring the buzzer and come up to get her and all of that? As she waited, a car passed by, slowing down when the driver got to where she was. From inside the vehicle, a male voice let out a catcall.
"Oh, bite me!" Julianna yelled back. Had it been someone she'd known, that would have been one thing. Being ogled by a random asshole in his lame car (oh, she'd noticed the beat-up little Honda trying to pass as ganster) was another. This is what she got for dressing up...