Now I had to hurry! I was literally running out of time.
Regardless, I dropped the towel to the floor and paid a quick visit to my large mirrored wardrobe, which I literally tore open and quickly skimmed through my choice of clothes.
The little black dress? No, too short and dark. The innocent, crisp white dress? Didn't fit the bill. Something colorful and shorter? Not for tonight! A tight-fitting trouser suit in royal blue? No.
A loose, monochrome blouse with comfortable jeans? Too everyday! Why was I so picky! What was wrong with the shoes? Shoes! In the end, they determined what clothes I wore.
I was immediately struck by ivory-white sandals with a comfortable mid-height heel and delicate straps, and the right outfit came to mind. I reached for a beige knee-length dress, decorated with a floral print, a high-necked frill collar and long, playful sleeves. In other words - romantic.
No, that didn't call for a date... No...
I quickly slipped into my favorite dress, closed the mirrored wardrobe again and checked my outfit.
Here and there I tucked in the flared hem of the dress before I went to my desk on my left and reached for my perfume from the shelf above. I put two more spritzes on my neck and shoulders and in my hair, because that's where it smelled the longest, and on my wrists. To finish, I ran my fingers through my still damp hair again, quickly grabbed my cell phone, which I stowed away in a small handbag, and clasped the handle of my bedroom door.
Glancing at the clock on my bedside cabinet next to my big bed, which immediately told me that exactly 30 minutes must have passed, I ripped the door open with a rush and bumped straight into big, broad shoulders and a strong chest.
"Oops!" I gasped in shock and clutched the muscular upper arms that had stood in my way, "sorry."
"Right on time," I heard the familiar voice over my head and felt one of those arms wrap around my waist.