Half an hour. That’s how late he was so far. If he kept this up, who knows what type of records he could break for his outstanding punctuality! I’ve never been more impressed with someone in my entire life. After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, a well-built, dark haired man walked through the entrance. He strode over to me with a confidence I’d never seen before. Ready to tell him off for being so late, I tried to pull the angriest face I could. But I couldn’t stay mad. Now I knew why he had so much confidence, it was pouring out of him, almost like a waterfall. His eyes, as clique as it sounds, were ice. Cold, but beautiful and intriguing. And so was he.

“Hello, I’m Lewis.” He smiled, his teeth so white they almost blinded me. Holding out his perfectly toned hands that were covered in dainty, silver rings. I hesitated, a handshake? I suppose it was our first meeting, so I took it.

“Jade.” I told him as his hand held mine for a lingering moment before he sat down.

“I’m sorry that I took so long. There really is no excuse, I seem to always be late to things.”

“It’s alright. Really.” I reassured him. He motioned for the waiter to come over. Finally the night could begin.

We talked for hours, about every possible topic, and disagreed with almost everything. It appeared as though the only thing he had going for him were his looks. And he knew it. He believed women were nothing but child bearers, to cook and clean for men. As a raging feminist, it took everything in my being not to punch him in his perfectly squared jaw. But I resisted. I still couldn’t believe him. His view on anything to do with women was horrendous. It was like he was stuck in the 18th century. Not to mention he was homophobic as well, that was before I mentioned I’m bi. I needed an excuse to leave, anything.

“I-uhhh- need to go to the bathroom.” I chirped.

“Okay, don’t be long.” He looked up, clearly bored. I ran out the restaurant as fast as my legs would carry me, not knowing that wasn’t the last I would see of him.