Vera wore the dress from the auction. She couldn't use the one Neven bought, even though it was beautiful and suited her perfectly.
And she couldn't go there in a t-shirt and jeans.
She sneaked out of the hotel without alerting anyone and took a taxi she paid, rigorously, in cash. She ended up in front of the restaurant five minutes early. She snorted in front of the phone, hating herself for all that haste.
Now, she would look desperate in front of that man. She should have come a few minutes late, not early! Just a few, for she still feared he would leave if she wasn't on time.
She had realised that having dinner was something different than meeting for sex. But after accepting, she couldn't go back. For one, she didn't have his number to call and refuse.