"Zac?"
"Huh? Oh, who - Mary Anne?"
She grinned.
"You did you think it was? Eddie Murphy?"
Zac laughed a little nervously.
"Heck no, I just, umm, ahh, what did you do to yourself?"
Mary Anne looked down, then back at Zac.
"You don't like it?"
"Like it?" Zac repeated. "I've never seen you look more stunning! I just, umm, didn't think you were into clothes and make up and all that junk."
She shrugged.
"Louisa and Kathryn talked you into it huh?"
"No… I, umm, I kinda asked them to…"
"Why?"
"Well, I, umm," she hesitated.
"This wasn't because of me was it?" Zac asked cautiously.
"Well, umm, yeah, kinda… I'd thought you'd… never mind."
Zac gave her a smile.
"Oh, you silly, you should know I don't care about what you look like. And I certainly didn't ask you out on that date for that reason either. How shallow do you think I am? I asked you out because of what's up here," he said, tapping her head, "underneath all the hair spray."
Mary Anne grinned.
"Thank you Zac. Of course, now I feel like a complete idiot."
"Good. Then my work here is done."
She laughed and then whacked him playfully on the arm.
"So, has Peter had the chance to get a look at you?" Zac asked.
"Heck yeah. He nearly had a heart attack."
Zac laughed.
"So, wanna catch a movie while we're here?"
"Sure."