The Seven Dates

The Sixth Date: A Crazy Night

A young Jenny, her eyes alight with mischief, delicately held an empty wine glass between her fingers. In her backyard, transformed into her make-believe stage, she was draped in a makeshift cape of bed sheets, pretending to be draped in an elegant gown. With each theatrical swirl of the glass, she theatrically tossed her head back, adopting a playful, high-class accent. "Oh, darling, this vintage is simply divine!" she exclaimed. Nearby, Yohan was rolling on the floor, laughing uncontrollably at her spirited mimicry, thoroughly entertained by her performance. Her act, full of innocence and imagination, was a joyful display of childhood playfulness.

Fast forward to the present day, Jenny sat elegantly at a table in the cozy pub, her hand gracefully holding a glass of wine. She looked stunning for the evening, her attire striking yet tasteful. Her dress, a blend of sophistication and allure, complemented her natural beauty. Soft, ambient lighting accentuated her features, casting a gentle glow on her face, and her hair was styled in a way that framed her face beautifully. The subtle makeup she wore highlighted her features, making her appear radiant and captivating.

"What?" Jenny asked, a hint of a blush coloring her cheeks as she noticed Yohan's gaze fixed on her. "Would you stop staring?"

Yohan chuckled, his flirtatious reply smooth and light-hearted. "Sorry, but I can't keep my eyes off you." He then took a sip from his mocktail, appearing every bit as charming. Yohan was dressed smartly for the evening, his attire casual yet fitting perfectly, enhancing his handsome features. His hair was styled neatly, giving him a refined yet approachable look.

Seeking to shift the focus, Jenny quickly changed the topic. "Are you sure you can't drink? Did you ask the doctor?"

Yohan nodded, his expression easygoing. "Yeah, don't worry, I am happy with my mocktails." He was well aware that with his upcoming surgery in a couple of days, alcohol was strictly off-limits for him.

Jenny's tone carried a playful edge, but there was a detectable undercurrent of bitterness as she spoke. "So, how has your trip been so far? Just one more day and you'll be back to your country. I'm sure you'll forget me as soon as you leave, just like last time?" Her words, though light, hinted at the deeper, unresolved feelings about their past.

Yohan responded trying to deflect to topic, "There is still one more day, I don't want to talk about leaving yet. I am here to see drunk Jenny."

Yohan, with a spark of spontaneity,  suggested, "How about we play a game? Let's do 'truth or drink'?"

Jenny, amused yet skeptical, shot back, "You do remember you're not drinking, right? So that means I either spill the truth or I take a drink?"

Yohan, grinning at the challenge, clarified, "No, let's twist it a bit. You ask me a question, and you only drink if I can answer it truthfully. But you'll have to trust that I'm being honest."

Intrigued by the unconventional rules, Jenny agreed, her interest clearly piqued. "Interesting," she mused. "I like this. I might finally get answers to a lot of things you've been hiding since day one."

Yohan looked at Jenny, ready for her question, his expression a mix of anticipation and amusement. "Okay, let's start. Shoot me a question," he said with an encouraging nod.

Jenny pondered for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly as she considered her options. Finally, she decided to dive right in. "Okay, tell me, was this trip really only about your Grandma wanting you to meet girls to finalize one for marriage?" she asked, her tone direct yet laced with curiosity.

Yohan paused, a brief flicker of contemplation crossing his face. He wondered whether to evade the question or face it head-on. Taking a deep breath, he made his choice. "Okay, so my Grandma does want me to find a girl and marry, but this trip wasn't meant for that," he admitted, his voice carrying a mix of honesty and reluctance.