Just 2 hours later Jake was ready. She was dressed in a light blue sundress with a matching wool cardigan against the cold March winds, and had squirted on some perfume. Earrings, a ring and her elegant watch completed her accessorised look, and a little make up accentuated her features.
Hamilton came in. "Hi, boy. I've been told to come tell you, your Mom phoned from the station, she…" he trailed off and gaped at his beautiful girlfriend. "Wow! I mean, you…I…Wow!!!" he blushed red at his inability to find the words, then just grinned. Jake grinned back – she knew exactly what he meant. They stood there for a moment, just staring into each others eyes as pale sunlight wove its' spell around them.
Hamilton broke the moment first, looking away. "I shouldn't be here." He said uneasily. "I just came to tell you that your Mom phoned, she's at that station and wants to be picked up. Umm….Jake, how are you gonna get of here dressed like that?" Jake clapped a hand to her forehead.
"Oh shit!" she exclaimed, "I totally forgot about that! I don't wanna get changed just to change again at the station!" she whined, pouting.
"Sorry babe, you're just gonna have to. And now I have to go." He leaned in for a kiss, but Jake didn't respond. When he stared puppy-dog eyes at her she laughed mirthlessly, and retorted,
"You'll just mess up my lipstick. Now, scoot!" he ran sheepishly out of the room.
Jake sat back on her bed, arranging her skirt carefully around her. So, she's here already, she thought. This could be fun… she stood up, and, with a sigh, began to take her dress off.