"I'll swing by to pick you up," Tyrone offered.

Sabrina hurried to the dressing room to swap outfits.

Her thoughts were in turmoil, a sense of unease creeping over her.

Her fingers quivered as she undid the buttons on her attire.

As she changed, the zipper got stubborn and stuck. Anxiety painted her face red, with beads of sweat forming on the tip of her nose.