The day started out like any other day. I woke up, got out of bed, brushed my teeth, showered my body with lavender scented body soap and vanilla scented shampoo and conditioner, combed my long ginger hair and looked myself in the mirror. I had light freckles on my pale face on my cheeks and light green eyes. I put on my brand new black bra and panties set which I had bought from Victoria's Secret. I felt bold as I slipped on a purple blouse, and black pants and black polished 1 inch heels.

I was so happy because my boyfriend and I were celebrating our 2 year anniversary today. It was exciting. I was young at 21 years old, he was a little older at 25 years old.

The plan was for me to drive over to his apartment and surprise him with breakfast. I had a key to his apartment and he had a key to mine.

I fixed my hair one more time before I headed out the door and to my car, driving over to the local donut shop.

As I walked in, I bumped into a woman who was rushing out. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said and grabbed her coffee that almost spilled out of her hand.

“It’s okay, love,” she said. “Nice catch.”

I looked at her for a moment, she had long black hair, black eyes, dark skin, and she was dressed for business. For the brief moment, I looked at her, I took all of her features in. And then I handed her coffee back and walked away.

I could’ve sworn she might’ve been checking me out as well, but that just made me more embarrassed and awkward about the situation.

I just headed in, bought some donuts and coffee and then headed back out, hopped in my car, and drove off to my boyfriend’s place.