“You look incredible,” Patrick says.
It’s Wednesday afternoon. They’re at Olive’s Cafe. They hug and share a quick kiss.
“Sorry, I’m late again,” Rose says. “I’m perpetually five minutes behind schedule lately.”
“That’s okay.” Patrick smiles and Rose melts inside.
Rose hasn’t seen him in over a week, not since their airplane date. It surprises her how glad she is to see him. She feels a warmth in her chest which catches her off guard. She pushes it aside. No warm fuzzies. Fun only.
“I love your sweater,” he says.
Rose is going for a balance of conservative and ostentatious in the same outfit. The white blouse under her sweater and dark blue jeans are understated. But the hot pink of her sweater and matching granny glasses are flashier elements.
It all shows off her plentiful big girl dimensions—her tits, especially—which is what counts. Patrick can’t seem to take his eyes off her.
“Thank you,” Rose says. “You’re looking pretty good yourself.”
Rose isn’t lying. Patrick has a knack for dressing casual but sexy. He’s pulled it off again with his dark blue v-neck sweater and jeans.
They fall into easy conversation. Patrick tells Rose about his newest student.
“A seventy year old woman,” he says. “Determined to get her pilot’s license. She’s wanted it all her life, but her husband forbade it.”
Rose eyebrow goes up. “Forbade it?”
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