Yes, attend the date.

Dressed in what you considered your sharpest suit, it likely wasnt but you werent a suit person and it was the best you had, you had a tight stomach of nerves after seeing her face.

You wanted, no, needed. To impress.

As you approached the resturant your stomach was getting tighter with every step, you had half a mind to turn and leave but you couldnt. Your eyes darted across every person on the street that night, seeking out that lustrous red dress you knew was your sign.

Thats when you saw her. Turned just away from you, feeling your gut tie a knot as you drank in the sight.

Her raven hair dazzled down her back, her soft pale cheek just about turned away from you. She wore an incredibly risky dress, bright red for attention like magma, the dress displayed her entire back which had not a single blemish to it, you could see from this distance just the slightest hint of the side of her breasts, her arms were bared and her kegs even more so, the dress came barely beneath her visibly supple ass. Her legs were adorned in a pair of nylon stockings, not quite a dark brown but definitely a darker tone than skin, leading your eyes down her shapely legs to a pair of matching red heels with straps around her ankles, a platform and open toes. Her nails were painted a jet black on her toes and dainty hands.

She stood in the centre of the footpath dragging on a cigarette, it seemed the girl had a dangerous streak. She was alone, but she was the attention of every single person on that street.