Beth rolled her eyes. “You can count on me,” she teased, not failing to see the irony in it. Once they were off of the phone, she did her hair and makeup before heading out to meet him. She was glad to be meeting in something other than her running clothes. She’d been a mess when they met. It was embarrassing enough to be fallen on, but somehow it made it worse when it was a cute guy and you knew you were a mess.
She was a bit more dolled up this time- black buckle boots, low riding jeans, her favorite blue off the shoulder shirt that hugged her torso just right. She had her hair pulled up in a messy bun, her honey bangs framing her face. She preferred a more natural look with her makeup. Confident she looked good, she walked up to where Doran had ran her over. She shifted her side bag on her shoulder, humming softly as she waited for the man to arrive.