Slipping my feet into my heeled shoes I put my bag over my shoulder. Abby should be here any minute now.

Pete was still here.

Walking into the living room Lana wolf whistled at me. "I love that blazer, I love that it's orange and matches your shoes".

"You don't think it's to much for a football game?". I asked chewing my bottom lip.

"Not when there's a party afterwards". She winked.

"You have a point". I grinned. "You sure you don't want to come?". There was a knock at the ...