"We're still going, right?"
Savvy rifles through my closet, hanger after hanger scraping the metal rail. She wants to find the perfect outfit for me. Something hot. Something I typically wouldn't wear. But my closet is filled with t-shirts and sweaters, so I'm not sure what she thinks she's going to find in there.
"Yes, Savvy. We're still going. You - " I notice the black cardigan in her hand. "Nothing too risqué, okay?"
"Sure. I'll just pass over all these corsets and mini-skirts." She hangs up the sweater, scanning the other half of my wardrobe. Crossing her arms, she lets out a nice long sigh. "You may have to borrow something of mine."
Of course, Savvy looks gorgeous in a tight white tank, a bare bit of stomach peeking out above low-hanging jeans. Large hoops hang from her ears and her hair - black on the bottom and blonde on the top - falls around her face in a luscious ponytail. "You have to look hot."