Dahlia walked out of the elevator and took out her phone to call Malachi.
It rang once before being answered.
"Are you here?"
"Do I strike you as a latecomer?" the man chuckled.
She parted her lips to retort when he spoke again, "Are you wearing the dress? I wasn't sure what your size would be, so I just went with my gut."
Dahlia looked down at the dress which wrapped around her as if it had been made to her measurements.
With such a spot-on gut instinct, he would rise quickly in the business world. It was too bad he already established a profession elsewhere.
"It's my size. Thank you. But I had a dress, so why did you have to buy me another?"
The man was silent for a moment before speaking up. "I always buy my dates dresses."
That made sense.
"I see. Thank you. So… where are you?"
"I'm standing by the door." He retorted.
She said nothing and stepped through the door, her eyes first darting to her left before moving to her right where she saw him.
