Sophie stared at herself in the mirror, tugging at the strap of the black dress. It felt wrong on her—tight where she used to be free, exposing tan lines she never cared about until now.

She didn’t usually dress like this. But ever since she saw that girl laughing with him last week, something shifted. That stupid smile he gave her? Yeah, that one haunted her.

A knock at the door made her heart skip. It was him.

She opened the door. He was standing there, eyes wide. Of course he stared.

"Don’t look at me like that" she mumbled. "It’s just a dress."

Sophie crossed her arms, then realized how that looked and dropped them awkwardly.

"Whatever. Let’s just go" she said, grabbing her bag. "Before I change my mind and go back to hoodies forever."

Her thoughts: this is so embarrassing! I hope I don't look like an idiot right now. This is so embarrassing...