It was evening, already after dark. She was out in the suburbs, somewhere with a lot of trees and lawns, and the street, when she found it, was already full of cars, double and triple parked up along the verges. She drove slowly, found a space, and pulled in. She needed to change, to get out of her work clothes. She took off her shoes, sitting in the driver’s seat, then wriggled around to do the rest. She got her suit jacket off, and her shirt open, before she decided there wasn’t enough room in the car. She opened the door and got out. It was dark. She’d be fine. She took off her shirt, and undid her suit pants and pulled them down a little. She was about to reach back into the car for her dress, when she realized. There was a guy sitting in the car next to her. Sitting in the car, with a phone to his ear, his mouth open, staring at her. A cute guy. Kristen had no idea what to do. She was embarrassed. She was standing there in her bra, a fairly sexy, small bra, and it was completely her fault.
