✨not really the prompt, but I’ve been away for a while. ✨

“All’s I’m saying, is I’m sick of it.” Gaia sashayed to the drinks counter, pouring herself a glass of sparkling water. “I mean look at this,” she indicated the glass. “Water is perfect, the most perfect thing in the universe, why does it need to have bubbles in it?”  She took a sip, spluttering before spitting it back into the glass, her ...

I met this guy

And he asked for my number

I gave it to him

And here we are

Our first date

Together

I met this girl

And she was stunning

So I asked for her number

And got it

And here we are

Sitting

Across from each other

Her eyes

Glowing

Staring into my soul

I couldn’t stop looking at her

She was too beautiful 😍

He keeps _staring_ at me

It’s weird

And he hasn’t even touched his food

Is he ok...

Vi fidgeted with the hem of her worn jacket while she crossed, then uncrossed her legs in the uncomfortable diner chair, waiting for “Weston” to make his debut - what kind of name was Weston anyway, she wondered, growing more impatient by the minute.

Just then, a wild mop of curly red hair blew through the restaurant doors, reaking havoc and capturing the uneasy gazes of everyone. Underneath the...

Forty-five minutes passed as Maisy sat at the wooden table, scrolling through her phone with her head rested on her fist and an annoyed sigh escaping her glossy lips. After waiting this long, she didn’t bother to look up from her device to see if her blind date had finally shown up, and frankly, she was getting ready to leave or order some food for herself. But just when Maisy was about to get a w...

Josh: Why don’t we get out of here

Jan: where would we go?

Josh is taken back by her question

He looks around nervously

Josh: I don’t known back to my place?

Jan takes a step back. She showcases a discerned look on her face.

Jan: um excuse me sir …. This is the first date?

Josh: I understand. Sorry I’m very unconventional and spontaneous I don’t see this as the first date. I see it as t...

“Oh really, interesting,” I said, twisting my straw in the water.

Here’s some advice if you’re planning on dating someone more “professional,” or “accomplished.”

Don’t do it.

This was plausibly the most boring guy in the world.

He spent his afternoons _bird watching_.

And before you say anything else like, “Oh my gosh that’s so cute, did you have a romantic picnic in the park?” No.

He just stared ...

“Fancy seeing you here, hmm?” Kiera asks, sliding into the seat across from me. Her hair, redder than the blood I’ve seen her spill, is done up in a fashionable bun. Her ice blue eyes clash with her deep green dress, and it pains me to say but she looked _good_.

“I think we can both agree it’s strange to be face to face without one of us trying to kill the other,” I say, flipping through my me...

I swirl my glass of Cabernet wine, plastering an interested smile on my face as my date continues droning on about the monotonous and uninspiring life of a corporate office worker.

The man’s pathetic, really. He’s been complaining about his boss and his job for the past hour, never once asking me a question or even noticing my waning attention. I can tell he’s the kind of guy who lacks the drive ...

“Maybe I should have Ria erase our memories of this.”

Bell throws her head back and laughs at Cross’ attempt at a joke. Putting a hand to his chest, he feigns a hurt expression.

“It wasn’t that bad,” she says, trying to sugarcoat the experience they both just had.

“Don’t downplay it. My reservation skills are at an all time low,” he sulks.

Their steps, in line with one another, echo in the e...

Rayburn sat down at the Burtrom family table trying to figure out what the _hell_ was going on.

It was dark in the room, the only thing brightening up the setting was the flickering fire of a candle (which was enclosed inside of a glass case, no doubt for Rayburn’s sake) even though Rayburn knew that the Burtroms had well enough power flowing in from the nearest city to have working lights.

What...