“This or this?” Racheal asked, holding up two floral dresses.

Steffan had just told her to dress up for lunch.

“Any you prefer.” He said, smiling up from his tablet.

She made a face. “I asked you to pick.”

He smiled, and really looked at the dresses.

“The one that would let me better admire your cleavage.”

Racheal gasped, and laughed as she looked down at the low cut dress.

“You’re an uncultured man.” She said.

“Turning you into an uncultured woman too, ...