(Y/n) stood on the side of the sidewalk in front of a street light as she awaited her date's arrival, wearing one of the outfits that Jay put in her outfit guide.
Her foot tapped rhythmically against the pavement. 'Maybe I should pretend I'm texting someone..' She thought to herself as she watched the people walking past her and how they were unable to stop themselves from eyeing her down, or at least glancing her way as they passed.
After about two minutes of arguing with her thoughts, she decided on looking for a place to sit down and wait at. So that's what she did. She'd found a bench about 20 feet away from where she was originally told to meet up. It wasn't long after she sat down that she was approached.
"Hey (Y/n), are you ready to go?" asked a man in a blue striped suit. She'd never seen him before, so him acting like he knew her was deeply concerning.
"Sorry, I'm afraid you've got the wrong person," she smiled nervously, not even wanting to question how he got her name.
"(Y/n), it's me. Vasco..?"
Oh.
She looked at him as if he had just tried telling her the earth was triangular, mouth agape as she stared at him in disbelief.
He looked nothing like what he usually did, he acted different too. Yet somehow, it all still looked effortless, like he'd done this before.
"Are you sure it's you?" She questioned, raising a brow at him.
"Yes, I'm su-"
"How much money did I spend on you at the auction?" She interrupted. Thinking back, she realized it wasn't a great question to ask, as the amount was announced to everybody at the festival.
"$13," he laughed at her skepticism.
(Y/n) nodded in approval and stood up from her seat, waiting for him to say something, as he had insisted on planning the whole date when they spoke over text. His face turned stone cold, as he wasn't sure what to do himself. Even though he ended up going to Zack for advice the week before, that didn't help much as Zack didn't really know what he was doing either.
Finally, Zack's teachings came back to him, and he reached his arm out behind her, leaning forward to get closer to her face.
"Let's get some food, (Y/n)."
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"WHA-" Daniel blurted from the street corner, quickly silenced by Jace slapping a hand over his mouth.
"Shhh!" he hissed, placing a finger over his lips before turning back to (Y/n) and Vasco.
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She offered a closed-eye smile at the trembling boy, not noticing how he was just barely holding himself up, as he somehow didn't realize he needed to place his hand against a wall for Zack's 'strategy' to work. Vasco was leaning against nothing, suspending himself in mid-air.
(Y/n) soon found herself sitting on the floor across from Vasco at a small, run down restaurant by the name of "Mom's Taxi Driver Restaurant".
She looked down at the bowl in front of her, taken aback and mildly disgusted at how the fish was still moving in the soup.
'Maybe it tastes better when its still... wiggling..?' She tried convincing herself.
"I come here with friends all the time! It's a hidden gem!" Vasco exclaimed, an almost childish grin on his face as he waved his arms in the air.
"The food looks good! I can tell why you like this place."
"Mhm!"
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"It's our meet-up spot.. He really took her to our meet-up spot..." Jace mumbled from outside the window of the restaurant, dumbfounded.
"Is that fish still moving?! (Y/n)'s gonna get food poisoning if she eats that! She'll get salmonella!!" Daniel wailed. Jace only rolled his eyes at Daniel before shushing him once more.
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Vasco took a spoon and filled it with the soup, making sure to get a little bit of everything.
"The roe here is great. They even give you refills!" Vasco smiled charmingly, holding the spoon in front of him.
"That's nice!" (Y/n) smiled.
She hesitantly picked up her spoon, scooping up some soup and putting it up to her lips.
'Maybe it tastes good but looks bad.. Like curry.' She told herself as she sipped at the soup, careful not to swallow any of the bones she encountered. To her surprise, it wasn't bad.
Vasco sat up slightly, watching as she ate the soup, thinking. After seemingly deciding on something, he slammed his hands on the table, standing up before reaching towards her. He grabbed her hair in two sections, holding them in pigtails.
"You'll get it on your hair. I'll hold it for you." He offered.
The gesture was nice, she had to admit, but he was holding her hair so tightly that it started to pull at her face. She was definitely going to lose some hair from this.
'Don't freak out. Don't freak out. DON'T FREAK OUT.'
Vasco held (Y/n)'s hair until she decided she was full and stopped eating, allowing him to finish his own bowl.
"Hold on," she began, standing up and leaning towards him, taking his hair in her hands and holding it in two pigtails, just as he did with her, but a lot more gently and with a lot less face-pulling.
"You'll get it in your hair."
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"What the hell is she doing??" Daniel whispered.
"Shh!"
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Vasco looked up at her and laughed, a certain relief washing over him. Her gesture seemed to do wonders in breaking the ice, the atmosphere changing to something more comfortable.
He quickly scarfed down the rest of his food before paying. The two talked for a bit outside the restaurant, giving (Y/n) the chance to get to know him a little better.
"Thank you for dinner. See you at school!" She bowed before running off, her heels clacking loudly against the concrete as she went. It was her turn to work that night, so she needed to hurry up and change bodies quickly so she wouldn't be late.
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"Why is she running?-" Jace whispered, poking his head out from the newspaper he was using to cover his face, squinting at her as she sprinted down the street.
"I think she said she had work today.." Daniel muttered, not all too sure himself as to why she was running so fast.
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'I'm never wearing heels again, this shit hurts.. Sorry Jay-'
She sprinted through the alleyway with a speed unfamiliar to her. Unware of her surroundings, she stepped over a sewer grate, her shoe getting caught between the metal bars and breaking her heel instantly, causing her to stumble backwards.
'Now I'm really not wearing heels again,' she thought to herself as she squeezed her eyes shut, already accepting her fate. She waited for the impact, she waited to feel the concrete hitting her back, the sharp pain spreading to the rest of her body as she would've yelped in both pain and surprise.
But it never happened.
Hesitantly, she opened her eyes, part of her wanting to believe she had just gained superpowers and was floating in mid-air. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. When she opened her eyes, she was greeted by Vasco holding her in his arms, an oddly calm look on his face as he held her up.
"Are you okay?" He asked, helping her to get back on her feet as she removed her (now broken) shoe.
"Yeah, I am.. Thanks."
"I wanted to tell you something," he began, removing one of his shoes. "This is my first date.. So if I did something wrong, I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do." He crouched down on one knee, placing his shoe onto her bare foot.
"You shouldn't walk around barefoot. You could step on something," he said as he stood back up, starting to walk off. "Get home safely."
(Y/n) stood there silently for a moment, speechless and wearing his shoe. She watched as the boy walked away half-barefoot, and after finally collecting herself, she finally walked back home.
'I guess I'll give his shoe back at school..'
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