Michonne stepped into her house, she wanted to change her shoes and put on some lipstick before her date with Mike even though she was running about 10 minutes late. She met Mike through her colleague, who was a friend of a friend of Mike's. Their first dates had went well enough but she moved slowly him like she did in every relationship. Painfully slow for most men who couldn't be bothered to wait till they had sex. Mike wasn't as pushy as her most recent ex and seem to be more understanding, at least for now. There was an attraction towards Mike, a slight spark when he smiled at her or he wrapped his arms around her but nothing that truly excited her….like with Rick. Even the smallest touches between them made her heart race and she made sure to not make him aware of her feelings whenever they touched, becoming hyper aware of her expressions. She was unsure if Rick was ready to be in a relationship or even if he felt the same way towards her. Even though she didn't feel the same spark with Mike she thought, maybe I could get there with him, even if it would take some time.
Michonne pulled her hair out of her bun and shook her head to allow her locs to fall loosely around her face. She slipped on black velvet heels that were peep toe and had a kitten heel on them. She applied a deep red lipstick on her lips and rubbed them together. She glanced herself over in the mirror and grabbed her purse, stepping out of her house again.
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A few moments later
"Hey, hey sorry I'm late." Michonne breathed out as she walked into the restaurant, lightly kissing Mike on the lips. He looked down at his watch and frowned slightly, "Why were you late tonight Michonne?" He asked, a bit of a tone in his voice. Michonne sighed as she grabbed the menu in front of her and began to look at the options. Granted, this wasn't the first time Michonne had been late to a date of theirs. She tried her best to be on time but she never seemed to be on time to see him, maybe he's just not that important she thought to herself but quickly shook that idea off, not wanting to admit it.
"I'm sorry," she said as she looked up and reached over the table and lightly touched his hand with hers. "I went to go watch Rick's kids for a couple hours and then he got back and we started talking, I lost track of time." She gave him a small smile and went back to looking at her menu. Even though Mike had yet to meet her friends he knew of them as she talked about them often, with Rick and his kids topping that list.
"Were you late to meet him too?" Asked Mike, still a bit irritated. Michonne sighed and looked up at again pausing as the waiter came over asking her what she would like to drink. "Can I have a glass of Merlot please, thank you." She said, as the waiter nodded and then walked away. "Can we not do this? I want to eat and drink and smile and enjoy the date, is that okay? I won't be late again, I promise." She said, with a small smile. She leaned over the table and gave him a light kiss on the lips. Mike returned her small smile and nodded, deciding to leave this conversation for later. "Now," said Michonne, "how was your day?" She asked, smiling as the waiter returned with her wine, taking a sip of it.
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A few hours later
Michonne laughed lightly, it was now midnight and she was driving home with Mike in the seat next to her. Mike had loosened up once the conversation about her lateness had ended and after dinner they had gone to see an art exhibit on African art at the High Museum of Art in Atlanta. She enjoyed her time with him, despite the lack of spark, and was now driving back to his place. "Look, it's not my fault you don't get art." She said, with a smile.
