Makeover

As Alexandra's disdainful words hung in the air, a thought struck me. I turned back to her, curiosity piqued. "If you don't mind me asking," I began, "is that man you were kissing your boyfriend?"

Alexandra glanced at the dark-haired man who was now watching us with a bemused expression. She shook her head. "No, he's not. I just felt like kissing him because he looked handsome. Why do you ask?"

A glimmer of hope sparked within me. "So, if Cratos were more handsome, would you consider going out with him?"

She tilted her head, considering the question. "Well, if he cleaned up his act and looked halfway decent, I might give him a chance. But he'd have to do more than just look good. He needs to show some effort."

Seraphina and I exchanged glances. This was the opening we needed. "Thank you, Alexandra," I said, nodding gratefully. "We'll see what we can do."