Depth of truth

Lavender's viewpoint

I stood there with my hands on my hips as I watched my suppose date shamelessly flirting with the waitress. He hadn't seen me but I had seen him and the goat had been flirting with that waitress since I got there seven minutes ago. She was so close to ripping the fabric off her body and humping him right there.

Women.

Having enough of it already, I sashayed over to the table, stepping out of the shadow I had been hiding. My eyes were fixed on the man that was supposed to be my date, the man I was drooling over only a day ago. Seeing him now, every thought of being with him that still lingered completely vanished. Who would want to be with a man like that? Certainly not me.