Nadia steadied herself in front of the mirror in the loo at work. This was just like last time. Well, just like last time except she hadn’t gone to all the effort of getting her hair done and wearing an outfit she’d actually ironed. Tonight’s date had taken her by surprise but, in many ways, that was infinitely better. Go to the lobby when you’re ready, his last text had said. She’d only had an afternoon to build it up in her head. Just a few hours to deal with the clammy forehead and dry mouth. She riffled through Gaby’s toiletry bag: typical Gaby, always prepared. She gave a spray of deodorant and a sweep of pressed powder on her chin. She picked out a piece of gum, topped up her lipstick, and rearranged her boobs in her bra, so that her chest looked a little perkier.
Here we go, she thought, throwing on her coat.