Chris had his head down, scrapping the last bits of his pasta dinner from the plate when Lana walked in and grabbed her books.  He looked up smiled, ready to wish her the usual<em>"Enjoy Class"</em>bull, which he was sure nobody ever enjoyed, but her outfit, struck him. She looked rather quite cute, and the heels, were a variety, unless she had a big meeting at work.  These were purple, matched her blouse, and he had never seen them on her or the blouse.<br/><br/>"Well don't you look cute!.   You ARE going to class right?" he chewed on the last bite of garlic bread, before pushing his chair out, and carrying his dirty dishes to the sink, where he ran soap and water in them and let them soaked.  "Never seen you wear heels to class before...always been jeans and flats or sneakers..." his eyes couldn't help but notice the ample cleavage the blouse showed.  "You might get kicked out of class for showing too much cleavage too!" he said with a chuckle, but something alerted him that she seemed rather over dressed for night class.<br/><br/>"What gives? he asked casually.  "Special night of class?  Did you flunk and trying to woo the professor?" he joked a bit jealous that he didn't get to see her dress cute as much.  He missed their romantic evenings together, date nights and so forth.