WAY 04. "It looks good on you."
"Uh, Eve, are you okay?" Flynn called out into the changing room. "You've been in there for more than five minutes."
"Yeah," she grunted. "It's not so easy getting into this."
"Okay," he answered awkwardly. Flynn went back to leaning on against the wall outside the changing area and continued people-watching. A sudden hand on his shoulder made him jump.
"Sorry for making you wait," said Eve.
Flynn turned to her, looking her up and down. She was dressed in a dark green velvet evening gown, the soft lace trailing from her right shoulder, down the deep v-neck and gathering on her left hip. The bottom half of her dress was flowed down her body with gentle folds, ending slightly lower than the ankles. Eve's long blonde hair was pulled to her left side, complimenting the design of the dress. Flynn's breath was caught in his throat as words all ran from his mind.
"So... how do I look?" Eve bit her lip. "Too much for a formal dinner party?"
"No, no no!" Flynn shook his head. He had to stop gaping at her like a fish. "It looks good on you. Very good, in fact."
Laughing, she gave him a small kiss. "Thank you," she smiled. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to change."
"Or we could just go home like this," teased Flynn.
"From the mall? Not a chance, Librarian," she chuckled. "Not a chance."