Her Name?

Lucy stared at Tom with a slightly raised brow when she opened her door and saw him standing there, dressed in a pair of blue jeans trousers and a black polo t-shirt that showed off his muscled arms, "You're going somewhere?"

"Not just me. We are going out. I want us to hang out," Tom said with a harmless smile as he let his eyes roam over her body. She was barefooted, and unlike most ladies he knew, her toenails were not painted. She was wearing an oversized long-sleeved top on black leggings trousers. And as usual, her hair was tied in a bun and her glasses were sitting on the bridge of her nose.

Seeing the way he was looking at her now, Lucy was glad she was properly dressed. She made a mental note to always put on decent clothes so he wouldn't have to catch her unaware.