Appearance
Sam was never one to care too much about her appearance. Unlike Carly, who spent a good hour getting ready in the mornings, Sam was able to be ready in less than five minutes. She did, however, want to look nice at times. When she went on her first date with Freddie, she stressed about what she should wear for hours.
"What about this?" Carly asked her best friend, holding up the twentieth outfit.
"It's too sparkly," Sam sighed, falling back on Carly's bed. "Face it; this is hopeless. I'm just going to call Freddie and cancel the date."
"Oh no you're not," Carly said. "I've waited for this moment for years. I'm not going to let you blow it."
"Years?"
"What about this?" Carly asked, holding up a red peasant blouse and kilted jean skirt. "Plus, I have the perfect shoes to match it."
"It actually looks good," Sam approved.
"Good, hurry and up and change. Freddie's going to be here in twenty minutes and I still have to do your hair!"
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"Wow," Freddie said as he watched Sam descend the stairs. "You look-wow."
"Thanks," she replied, trying hard not to blush. "Now let's go; I'm starved."
"Have fun!" Carly called as they left the apartment.
"You really do look good," Freddie told Sam as they headed to the lobby. "But then again; you always do."
"Such a nub," Sam muttered. But still, her heart skipped a beat.