Same restaurant. Same couple friends. Same parking lot with the bad lighting. Then she comes out wearing the top that normally gets tried on, taken off, and argued with in the mirror.

She calls it random, but the bedroom tells a different story: two outfits on the bed, a lipstick left open, one shoe box dragged from the back of the closet. The plan stayed boring. Her entrance did not.

The fun is in the little drive-by moments. Valet glance. Bartender double take. Hostess pause before she grabs the menus. A dull night gives her more reason to make the outfit do something.