<div style="text-align: justify;">Cassandra smiled when she read Carlos' reply to her message, shortly after she had stepped out of the shower. Good thing he already knew her preference when it came to ice cream.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'Yup, mint flavor it is. Thanks, baby, I love you'.</span><br/><br/>She sent that message and smiled again at the rest of his reply. She was really excited about this new place, as she absolutely loved Italian food, and the place had a pretty good band to boot. So, of course she would invite her boyfriend over there for dinner.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'I'd love to hear you perform for me, and I'm sure you're getting it down before then. I'll even add in a massage after dinner, if you wanna spend the night, how does it sound? Hope  you're in the mood for Italian, too, but if you're not, we can go to one of the usual places'.</span><br/><br/>Once she sent that message - it wasn't urgent, so Carlos could read it whenever -, Cassandra finally went in her room - which was practically their room now, as she had some of her boyfriend's things just lying around - and got dressed into a simple dress. There would still be a lot of time for her to pick something out to wear. She did check her clothes around, though, and left a little red dress with white polka dots on the bed. She would wear it in case they would indeed go to the Italian restaurant, and pick out something else in case they changed their minds.<br/><br/>Deciding she needed to plan for that as well, Cassandra chose a black skirt and a white blouse for the case they chose somewhere else. Satisfied with her picks, Cass went back into the living room and start doing some research on her laptop, about things she wanted to write about in the future. Every now and then, she would take a look at the time, but since they had a lot of time before dinner, Cass wasn't really worried about time's passing for now.</div>