#Chapter13

There was Steven. I must admit that he looked...nice. He was wearing a denim jacket with sleeves rolled up to the elbows. His arms were covered with selected veins. Also he had black jeans on.

“Looking stunning, as always!” he stated with a smirk plastered and checked me out.

“Yeah, you are awful, as always. I guess, people don’t change!” I maintained the compliments.

He laughed and added:

“Really, this dress fits you. I am great at choosing hot outfits, right?”

“You are here to take me to the party or to hear me complimenting you, Kirby?”

I closed the doors and put the keys in my bag.

He...