First Date With Her (Patreon)

She walked into the restaurant and the first thing she said was, "You must be my date. You look smaller than your pictures."

He was already nervous. She could tell. She sat down across from him and leaned forward with this look that said she already knew how the night was going to go.

"Don't be nervous," she told him. "I don't bite. Unless you ask nicely."

He wanted to ask the question. She could see it building behind his eyes. Everyone asks the same thing. She let him off the hook before he had to say it out loud. "Yes. I could pick you up. Easily."

She showed him the tattoos running down both arms. Roses across her chest, full sleeves on both sides, ink covering her visible leg through the slit of her black dress. She designed half of them herself. Every piece tells a story, she said. Maybe she'd share them. If he earned it.

The candles on the table flickered. She picked up her wine glass and caught him staring again. Most guys look away when they get caught. He didn't. She liked that about him. Braver than he looked.

After dinner, she walked ahead of him down the sidewalk. Heels clicking on the pavement. She turned back over her shoulder and told him to keep up. The heels slow her down, she said. But she doubted that helped him.

She almost cancelled. That was the secret she told him on the walk. She'd been close to not showing up at all. But standing there on the street with the city lights behind them, she was glad she didn't.

He hadn't asked yet. She was waiting. "So are you going to ask to see me again, or do I have to do everything?"

She already knew his answer.

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