Fashion week had been a highlight for Andi and Chelsea and a few of their friends. She would laugh when they talked about going because it made them feel like the four girls from "Sex and the City." Andi had told Don that it was important and it would be three days of nothing but talking about fashion. He chuckled at how excited she got about the whole thing.
The first day of fashion week Andi was racing around the apartment, getting ready to go. As she pulled her keys off the counter, she noticed Don's cell phone lying there. She threw it in her purse then pulled on her jacket. When she left the building, she hailed a cab at the street. She checked her watch realizing she had little time before she needed to meet her friends.
The cab pulled up in front of the precinct and she hurriedly got out of the car. She ran to the front door her heels clicking on the cement. The desk sergeant asked her where she was going and she told her she needed to see Detective Flack; the woman let her go inside. Don was sitting at his desk staring at the paperwork in front of him. The sound of her heels on the tile made him look up.
"Hey, Andi," he greeted as she approached. He looked around to see the other detectives looking at her. She was wearing a knee-length red dress that had a low v-neckline. She had a knee-length black and white flowered jacket on as well. He thought she looked great and he could tell all the other guys in the room were thinking the same thing.
"I was on my way to meet Chelsea and the girls and I saw you left your phone," she paused then smiled. "What?"
"Oh sorry, you look great." He then glared at the other detectives staring at her and they looked away. He smiled. "You never dress up like that for me."
Andi rolled her eyes. "I gotta go." She kissed his cheek and smiled. "I'll be home later."
"Then we'll see what's under the dress," he whispered.
She shook her head and walked away. She smiled as she could feel his stare burning into her backside.
Chelsea was waiting outside the tent where they were going to their first runway show. Andi ran from the cab. Her friends were dressed in the similar semi-formal outfits.
"Sorry you guys, Don left his phone at home so I dropped it off on the way here," Andi explained as they walked inside.
"It took you long enough. Are you sure there wasn't a quickie in the bathroom?" Laney, Andi's cousin, asked.
"Laney, geez," Chelsea cut in.
"Well, they're pretty passionate. I just want her to fess up if she did."
"I'm glad we're passionate, but I don't think sex in a police precinct bathroom just doesn't quite do it for me."
A minute later the runway show started. The girls commented on the various dresses and outfits that were modeled in front of them. The same continued for the next hour and a half. As the girls were filing out of the arena with the crowd, Andi's phone rang and it was Don. The place was packed and loud so she decided she would call him back later.
"So, do you think we'll be coming in a couple months to the Bridal Fashion Week?" Chelsea asked and all of them looked at Andi.
She smiled widely. "I'm not too sure; you'd have to check with the boy on that one."