"But they are not that big." Mr. Vincent said, flexing his arms and checking them out. He let out a small breath, looking down at his biceps as if he were evaluating his progress. The way the muscle bunched under his skin made Emily’s pulse quicken, but she kept her face steady.

"Sandra said the event has a dress code. You didn't tell me." Emily said as she leaned against a weight bench, crossing her arms so that her own chest was pushed up slightly, drawing his eyes without being too obvious about it.

"Ohhh! Yes, I forgot to tell you. You have a red dress, right? I think it's...