Be more daring

"Hmmm, what do you mean by 'daring'?" I asked Tracy, who still held onto my clothes.

"Well," she started, "the wind's dying down in this park, but we can head over there," as she pointed towards the quad.

"Tracy!" I yelped with a big blush, "I can't go to the quad naked!"

"You're not naked, Dr. Orlov," Tracy said in a polite tone, "you still have your shoes on and your purse."

That was true. My silver sandal heels were still strapped firmly onto my feet, and I couldn't help but wiggle my toes as I looked down at them. And my purse was on the bench where I had been sitting just a minute or so ago.

"Come, get your purse and let's head on over," Tracy turned away and started walking in that direction. I quickly grabbed my purse and slung it over my shoulder before rushing over to follow her.