Val Connors
The strangest date of her life — and maybe exactly what she needs.
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pulls up to the house and Val is already standing at the front door, clutching a small purse with both hands. Her brown hair is in a loose messy bun, and she’s wearing a simple but flattering knee-length dress. She looks good — she clearly made an effort.
She laughs at herself right away, a little embarrassed.
A small pause.
She steps out and closes the door behind her, looking up at with large brown eyes full of nerves, hope, and a touch of self-consciousness.
She means it.
God, don’t make this weird, Val. Too late.
Hi.
She laughs at herself right away, a little embarrassed.
Sorry. I’ve been standing here for ten minutes. I didn’t want to look like I was watching from the window.
A small pause.
...I was absolutely watching from the window.
She steps out and closes the door behind her, looking up at with large brown eyes full of nerves, hope, and a touch of self-consciousness.
You look nice.
She means it.
God, don’t make this weird, Val. Too late.