Hannah

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No matter how much I rummaged around in my wardrobe, I still couldn't seem to find any suitable clothes to wear for my date with Brad. After almost an hour more of rummaging, I settled on my red dress, it reached just above my knees and was accompanied by a silver necklace and my white heels. My make up was subtle but you could tell it was there and I must have spent more time in front of the mirror than on any other occasion.

Ding dong. It was the bell. My heart began to flutter and then to pound in my chest but excitement rattled my brain and banished the majority of my nerves. I pulled on the handle of my door and opened it up. Standing there, in the doorway, was the man of my dreams dressed in a shirt and looking very handsome. "Woah" He said as he opened the door, I smirked. "You look beautiful." I felt a smile on my face but my brain was in too much of a frenzy to acknowledge it. "You don't scrub up too bad yourself." I teased. He offered me his hand, I took it and it brought back all of the memories of the day we first had met at the concert. "Come on babe." I allowed him to lead me away. It wasn't long until we had walked to our destination, Nandos, one of my all-time favourite restaurants.

As we finished our meals, conversation turned to our first meeting. "As soon as I saw you, something felt so special. The boys thought I was so weird but you were just perfect and I knew I needed to see you and..." I felt myself smiling even more. "You look so surprised" he observed. "How could I not be? You're Brad Simpson and happen to be one of the most attractive and loved people in the world!" He smirked.
"You think I'm one of the most attractive people in the world!?"
"Don't let it go to your head." I teased. He held his hands up jokily. "I'm nothing special..." his cheeks were slightly pink with embarrassment. "but you on the other hand, are exquisite." Now it was my turn to blush.

"Let me go and get the bill." he said as he began rising from his chair.
"Allow me." I stepped forwards but he interrupted me.
"Not with me sunshine, it's all on me."

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