But Chris had only really seen me so far with my hair matted and dull, wearing clothes one step above hand-me-down pajamas, so I did take a long, hot shower before presenting myself as his dinner guest. I shaved, moussed my hair into cute spikes, and donned a freshly ironed striped button-down shirt over a pair of dark blue twill shorts. While I have a shelf-full of duty-free colognes—a little spritz enhances the sharp, sexy look I go for when I’m in uniform—on my days off, I tend to go in more for the easy, clean scent of my favorite peppermint soap.
I felt clean and relaxed when I grabbed the bottles of wine I had bought in Paris for this very occasion and, barefoot, carried them up the stairs.