Kate had ended up packing a lot of clothing options for her fancy date. She hadn't been able to help it, she wanted it to go well and she wanted to look good and mature, and forget everything anyone may have said about anything yesterday. She'd spent the morning busying herself with outfit selection, even going so far as to go through her aunt's ( Read more... )

Yesterday, Kate had finally ended up at Zach's apartment after a restaurant date. The place was much like him: neat, tidy, mature. The kind of place that had made her glad for her desicion to wear the blouse that she had, and for the ability to block out any annoying commentary her memories may have provided about that not being her. She could be ( Read more... )