Raindrops dripped sporadically. The sun would burst back onto the scene, drying up the rain almost before it had time to hit the ground. The air stayed damp, leaving Rebecca’s hair flat and lifeless. As she examined her reflection in the mirror, she wondered why the forces of nature were always working against her. Besides having a bad hair day, she also had no idea what she was supposed to wear for this date. Since Justyn wouldn’t even give her a tiny hint about where they were going, she wasn’t sure whether to go with a casual or a semi-casual look. The burlap sack he had mentioned was starting to seem like a good idea. That might teach him not to mess with a girl and her wardrobe. She finally decided on a brown skirt and a lightweight, slightly low-cut, tan blouse. If she could get her hair to come to life, she would be fine. Rebecca was already nervous, and she practically jumped out of her skin when she heard the sudden sputter and groan of an old clunker pulling up to her house.
