Holding open the heavy door of the restaurant 'Bronze', I lift my free hand and lightly put it on her back, guiding her out. The heavy wind immediately greets us, blowing her blonde hair towards me and offering me a whiff of the scent of her shampoo. It's coconut, mixed with another exotic scent that I can't quite place, but I like it.
Sucking in a breath, she pulls up the collar of her dark blue coat the moment she steps onto the street, and right after, her hands disappear into the deep pockets. It was pleasantly warm inside the restaurant and although it is not that cold outside, the contrast makes it feel colder for sure.
"Is it me or did the temperture drop with ten while we had dinner?" my date jokes. Her cheeks and the tip of her nose are pink which serves as proof of how prickly the wind is.
"Feels like it for sure," I agree, zipping my jacket closed before putting my hands in the pockets of my jeans. "We could head back inside?"
At this, she laughs, and I once again notice how her eyes squeeze shut in the cutest way possible. "I don't think they would welcome us back in considering how they just kicked us out."
I laugh along. She is not wrong; they very kindly yet urgently asked us if we wanted to pay, and only when we agreed, I realized that it was past eleven already. Since Bronze closes at eleven, I understand why they were in a hurry.
We'd reserved at eight which means we spent over three hours in there. It's a record for me, for sure. Usually, first dates are much more uncomfortable and awkward than this one but if it were up to me, the night would continue right now.
Josephine and I have that click and therefore, there wasn't an awkward silence once. I've already discovered a lot about her during dinner, but I find myself curious for more. She has my interest fully.
It's not something that surprises me, to be honest. When I met her at the A&E of St. Georges, she got my attention right off the bat, and that says a lot, considering the amount of alcohol that floated through my veins that night.
The fact that I managed to get her attention was a surprise, especially because my face was covered in blood and my attempted pickup lines weren't the best.
'I can be your Hero, baby.'
Yes, when I realized I'd said that, I wished I could turn back time.
The boys and I went out on a Friday night four weeks back, and everything went well up until we got ready to go home. We passed a group of girls who were equally wasted as we were, and therefore they didn't seem to notice we were right behind them. One of the girls happily threw her empty glass up in cheers, only her ability to keep it steady properly was gone.
Her glass hit my forehead, broke, and left quite a cut on my right eyebrow.
Right after, I got blinded by the blood that poured out, and the girl that was responsible for my injury screamed bloody murder when she turned around at my cussing. Funnily enough, I cussed because my eyes stung, not because the cut in my brow hurt.
After some apologies, the boys insisted on going to the hospital to get it checked, and I agreed. Felix and Alex joined me, and after waiting for more than two hours, it was Josephine who called me from the waiting area.
She's a nurse and within forty minutes, she had me stitched and ready to go back home. And if it wasn't for Felix and Alex, I would've gone home with only her appearance in mind, especially because the lines I used to compliment her were horrendous.
But as good mates do, they slipped my number into Josephine's hand, laying the ball in her court. And by some miracle, she texted me three days later.
She was guarded, so we stuck to texting and calling at first. I gave her control from the get-go, sensing that she needed that, and therefore, it was Josephine who suggested going for dinner a week back.
