Hendrix POV
I snuck out of my class half an hour early when Cedric sent me a flirty text insisting that he take me out on a date. As soon as I read it, I was completely giddy.
I still am, even as I rush across campus on my bike, determined to dress in something cute. I'm a simple girl, I like to impress my man. What's so wrong with that?
When I get to the apartment, it's empty. No one's home. I thank my lucky stars. I don't have to explain where I'm going to my friends. I doubt they would be very happy. I would still end up going regardless of what they would say at the notion.
I fly to my closet, scouring the shelves and hangers for the perfect dress. I have to remind myself that it's still cold outside, and it's only getting colder. Leggings are an essential. I throw on a pretty mustard orange dress that flows around my thighs. It's a little shorter than most of my skirts and dresses, but that's what I'm going for.