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Blind dating

Jessy had done it again.
My midterms had just ended, and when I looked up at the world after putting my head in those swarms of books I felt so tired. For some reason, I thought all I was gonna do after exams was sleep, but my excitement got me active. Jessy did mention she did random arrangements for people and bc she was a bartender she was that type of people person. She had a good eye for matchmaking and although to me that sounds really weird and I'm not into that stuff when I saw the people talking about how Jessy's matchmaking has done wonders for them I decided to have some fun and do something out of my comfort zone.
I didn't know if I was even gonna like this bc I have been on a few dates with no outcome and then I didn't want to think about men at all. University and learning spells have already kept me very busy.
At the very last minute when she set me up with a dude I had no idea she didn't even show me a picture of him. I thought she forgot but when I asked her later she mentioned that he didn't have a picture. She also as a matter of fact did not tell me anything about the guy.
I did not know this was going to make me nervous. Yes, it's been a really long time that I haven't gotten on a date but I had no idea my nerves were acting up now. I had felt tingles of magic running through my body.
"You just need to know one thing, he's gone on a lot of dates and is really good with women. Dare I even say, men? You have nothing to worry about, ok? This is something I practically do for a living now and I promise you he will not turn out to be a serial killer"
The way she effortlessly read my thoughts had me giggling, she has always been good at it ever since we were kids. I trust that girl with my whole heart.
I was still wondering how that would make me feel better since I have had absolutely NO experience except I was really good at masking a personality. And no, it's not the 'insecure type of masking' this is something I taught myself as a kid from a book by a renowned author who had a psychology degree. I was a chameleon when it came to social situations and getting what I want. Getting myself out of trouble was my strongest suit.
And something I often used in parties bc I felt way too introverted and mistaken to be there.
You could call that a 'party' trick.
After she was done fixing up pieces of my hair. I had to leave at 3 pm, I was wearing my gold earrings in all of my ear piercings and had a clean slick back look with a ponytail. I wore a white jacket and knee-length dress that faded to blue from white. I wasn't feeling extra so I wore ankle boots with it.
I was at the restaurant, it was a bit of a fancy place. However, at least I did not look out of place. When I scanned the room I couldn't have just recognized the man so I stood in the entrance texting Jessy.

ME: I'm at the place I don't know if he's here.
Jess: hold up I'm just gonna send you his number.

I got even more nervous. When she sent me his number I immediately called. Already wanting to be done with this.
"Hey, It's Ava, is this Hisardoux?" I said. Almost tripping over that godforsaken name.
"Yes, Yes, Ava, I believe you're the one standing at the entrance?" A British accent caught me off guard in reply.
"Yes, Where exactly are you sitting?"
"Darling, I'm right at table nine" His use of darling was not something I usually liked but paired with his voice I hated that I liked it.
My gaze went straight to table nine and I saw a tall lean man with shoulder-length black hair with blue streaks and a black turtle neck with a dainty gold chain. He looked like a model.
I stopped myself from getting flustered bc that would not be a nice look. So I confidently walked to his table and set myself down.
"Hisardoux, nice to meet you," I extended a hand that he shook. "You are Ava." He smiled as he said my name.
"You have ear piercings I like them." I pointed. Bc they were hot, simple as that.
"I like yours too, darling." He leaned forward his face supporting with both of his knitted hands. This was getting a bit overwhelming.
"So, what do you do for a living?" He blinked as if snapping out of a trance. "Oh, well I own a lot of clubs." He fixed a bit of his hair nonchalantly. His motions were so fluid.I shifted in my seat. "And what about you?" He countered.