Cheesy one-liners and all. Instead, I found myself stuck in an overpriced restaurant with servers in tuxes, and fabric tablecloths and napkins, waiting on my date to show up. He was ten minutes late, which was my usual pack-up and leave time. Jenny, my best friend and the one who set the date up, asked me to give him fifteen. Pleaded, really. Evidently, the guy was some busy business man. Made me roll my eyes, and stop paying attention. The only reason I stayed was for Jenny. She took the time to set this up, the least I could do was be patient. No one ever said Amy Jones didn’t make sacrifices for her friends. People started to stare. It wasn’t because of my looks. I’m not ugly, but I’m not pretty either. Plain Amy was what they called me in high school. I wasn’t one of the lucky people that transformed after graduation. Still the mousy brown hair, gray eyes, and features that made my face forgettable. The only thing different was a better haircut and bigger breasts. Didn’t help, but it made me feel better.
