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I hesitate, making Chase laugh. "Here, I'll do it," he says and goes back to the chat screen. My mouth falls open as I watch him type something. "What are you doing?" I ask.
"Asking him out," he says simply. "There. Let's see what his plans are for this afternoon or tonight."
"Chase!" I yell. "That's really soon. I just left Aaron yesterday. Though, he still assumes we are together."
Beau scoffs. "The anal pimple needs to realize it's over. We will deal with him later. In the meantime, you deserve a little fun."
"He's writing back," Chase gasps excitedly, watching as the little chat bubbles appear.
"Oh my God," I exclaim, covering my eyes with my hands. "I can't look."
The room falls silent, and I hear footsteps joining us. "What's going on?" Jax asks, sitting down.
"Ooh, Addie has a date this afternoon," Chase blurts out. I immediately uncover my face, snatching my cell from him to look.
"Coffee sounds great. I'll meet you in the campus quad at 4pm," I read out, my cheeks flushing.
Chase claps his hands together like he's giving himself a pat for a job well done. "See – I'm a genius. Now, we need to work out what you're going to wear."
I look down at my old shorts and tank top and blink. "I thought I'd wear this?"
Chase's eyebrows shoot up. "You're kidding, right? I mean, you look fine and all. But surely we can doll you up a little bit more."
"I thought the idea was to be myself?" I ask, embarrassed.
"It is, but the best version of you for first impressions," he says, reaching over to the wall to grab my bag. "Can I take a look?"
My eyes widen shortly as I quickly run through a list in my head of what I panic packed yesterday. Realizing there's probably nothing sinister in there, I nod slowly. "Okay. Go for it."
I watch awkwardly as he pulls out my small selection of clothes, looking at them carefully before holding up a short summer dress. "This. This is theone."
My eyes gaze over the canary yellow dress, the thin shoulder straps still tied perfectly in a little bow on each side. I remember buying that dress with my first paycheck from the coffee shop – a reward for myself. I don't wear a lot of dresses, but I had been with Max that day and she had practically thrown it at me and shoved me into the change room. It's one of the nicest things I own – the bodice fits around my torso nicely, while the bottom of the dress flares out around my mid-thighs. There's a built-in belt around the midriff, accentuating my waist and when it's on, there's a small, modest amount of cleavage visible.
"That's a nice dress," Beau comments, nodding in approval.
I don't know why, but I look to Jax too – wanting all three ticks of approval. He senses me looking and gives me a curt nod.
"Okay," I say finally. "I'll wear that. But the only other shoes I have besides my sneakers are black ballet flats."
"That will work fine," Chase says, flinging the dress at me. "Go change so we can see it on."
I hesitantly get up and head to the bathroom, slipping the dress on. It still fits perfectly which is a relief and I give myself a quick check in the bathroom mirror before heading back to the living room.
The three guys watch as I emerge from the hallway and I give a little spin. "Thoughts?"
None of them say anything at first, leading me to believe I look like a dungeon troll but Beau finally lets out a little whistle.
"It's perfect. You look really good," he says warmly, giving me a smile.
Chase chuckles. "I should charge for this. I am the master of the dating world. Look at my work," he says to the other two, motioning to me like I'm his pride and joy.
Jax runs his eyes over the dress before going back to his cell. "It's good," he adds briefly.
"Wear your hair down," Chase says, walking over to me and flicking my hair around. I can tell he's trying to act like some world-renowned hairdresser, but it's giving off four-year old vibes. It's cute, actually and I can't help but laugh warmly as he circles me, placing my hair semi-neatly around my shoulders. My baby curls are a little messy, so I run my fingers through, helping to untangle some of them as my hair cascades down to the middle of my back.
"I don't have any makeup with me," I tell Chase. I don't wear makeup often so it wasn't something I considered grabbing yesterday.
Chase stops in front of me, putting his hands on my shoulders. "You don't need it. You look perfect."
