“Make tonight really special and great and memorable, okay?” The girl wished to anything that was listening… the only thing that was was a trickster spirit. They would make it memorable, alright, but maybe not in the way she meant.
Constance smiled nervously as she opened the door. She was going on her first date- at nineteen, this made her incredibly shy. Most people she knew of had at least one steady relationship at this point in life, and she was just going on her first date ever. She wore a simple black dress and flats, already a step out of her comfort zone. Constance lacked a bra- not that she had anything for a bra to hold anyway.
When she opened the door and saw her date, a robust young man named Neil, her stomach filled with butterflies. Her and Neil had been friends since elementary school, and she’d harbored feelings for him for years. The mix of stomach flutters and excitement from finally going on her first date made her oblivious to the changes he