The Date
For the date, Ayesha decided to dress casually. She had no expectations. Fine with whichever way the wind blew, she wanted her outfit to reflect that.
She wore a pair of wide legged pants with a matching shirt. The set was black, sea island cotton, the most expensive in the world. She’d bought it online from some shop b…
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