He would be at the door soon, and she still had to put on her face, let alone pick out a dress.
What would it be?
She went with a dark, sultry look with smouldering eyes and pouting lips, as it would go nicely with that little black dress she had.
The doorbell rang as she made the finishing touches, making her jump slightly. She buffed up her brunette curls and rushed to the intercom in the hallway to buzz him into the apartment block. This done, she turned and smiled at herself in the mirror, smoothing down her dress.
Her eyes widened and lips quivered as, slowly at first, one side of her perfectly applied face began to slide off her tiny graphene skull.
Dammit, now she would have to start again!