Sacrifice?

Liam's POV

She came out at exactly an hour's time. I knew because I had been lurking around her room door like an idiot with a glass of alcohol in my hands. She looked momentarily startled when she saw me but she quickly got rid of it.

Then my eyes dipped. Her hair was in a sleek, gelled ponytail. All the strands were so in place that the wind had nothing on them. Her eyes were drowned in highly flattering red eye shadow and her cheeks were red as well. Don't even get me started on the red lipstick she had on. 

I dipped further. She was wearing a brown coat that she held firmly with a hand so it wouldn't open up and she paired the look with the longest pair of heels I had ever seen. She was almost getting to my height at this point. If I didn't know any better, I would have agreed with a mad man on the streets that she was dressed exactly like a sex worker, except I couldn't see her inner outfit.