Female Celebrities [SLOW UPDATES]

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Emilia glanced at her phone for the fifth time in as many minutes. The soft hum of conversations and the clinking of silverware around her seemed to grow louder with each passing moment.

She shifted in her seat, looking at the empty chair across from her, the one that had been mocking her for nearly two hours.

The waitress, a young woman with a warm smile and kind eyes, approached the table yet again. "Are you ready to order, or would you like a few more minutes?"

Emilia forced a smile. "Just a few more minutes, please. He's running a bit late."

"Of course," the waitress replied sympathetically, retreating once more.

The minutes dragged on, each one feeling like an eternity. Emilia's thoughts raced, oscillating between worry and anger.

This was supposed to be a special night, a night for their first date. Yet here she was, alone, surrounded by couples and groups of friends enjoying their evening.

She looked at her phone one last time. No messages, no missed calls. Just silence.

With a sigh, she reached for her purse, ready to admit defeat and leave the restaurant. As she began to rise, a blur of motion caught her eye.

A woman with bright, curly hair and an air of urgency about her rushed over to the table and plopped down in the empty chair.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry I'm late," the stranger said breathlessly. "Traffic was a nightmare, and then I realised I forgot my wallet at home and had to go back."

Emilia blinked, momentarily stunned. "I'm sorry, who are you?"

The woman leaned in and whispered, "I'm Y/n. I saw you sitting here alone, and I didn't want you to leave looking so disappointed. If you want we can order some food and have a drink, okay?"

Emilia hesitated, her scepticism evident. "Why would you do that? You don't even know me."

You gave her a reassuring smile. "I know what it's like to be stood up. No one deserves to feel that way. Let's just have a good time, I promise I'll leave if you want me to."

The waitress reappeared, a look of surprise crossing her face as she noticed you. "Oh, I see your friend has arrived. Are you ready to order?"

Emilia glanced at you, who gave her an encouraging nod. "Yes, we're ready."

As they placed their orders, Emilia felt her initial reluctance begin to melt away. Your presence was oddly comforting, and your infectious energy was hard to resist.

"I'm Emilia," she informed once she chose to let the woman be the one to save her from an embarrassing situation.

"So, Emilia," you said once the waitress had left, "tell me about yourself. What's your story?"

Emilia found herself sharing bits and pieces of her life, from her job to her love for photography. You listened intently, your eyes sparkling with genuine interest. In turn, you shared your own stories, filled with humour and unexpected adventures.

Your food arrived, and Emilia was surprised at how easily the conversation flowed. You were engaging, funny, and incredibly kind.

You both laughed over shared anecdotes and found common ground in your mutual love for cheesy romantic comedies.

As you finished your meals and sipped on your drinks, Emilia felt a warmth she hadn't anticipated. What had started as a disappointing evening had transformed into something unexpectedly delightful.

"You know," Emilia said, looking at you with newfound appreciation, "I was really ready to walk out of here feeling pretty miserable. Thank you for stepping in. I don't know why you did it, but I'm glad you did."

You smiled warmly. "I just couldn't stand the thought of you leaving here sad. Everyone deserves a little kindness, especially on a night like this."

Emilia nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude. "You're right. And you turned this night around for me. Thank you, Y/n."

You spent the next hour talking and laughing, the earlier disappointment now a distant memory. As the night drew to a close, Emilia realised how much she had enjoyed your company.

"Do you want to exchange numbers?" You asked as you prepared to leave. "I'd love to hang out again sometime, under better circumstances."

Emilia smiled, feeling a flutter of excitement in her chest. "I'd like that a lot."

As you exchanged numbers, Emilia couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. Maybe this unexpected encounter was meant to be more than just a chance meeting.

A few days later, Emilia received a text from you, asking her out on a proper date. You met at a cosy café, where you talked for hours over cups of coffee and slices of cake.

It felt natural and easy, as if you had known each other for much longer than you actually had.

As the evening drew to a close, you took Emilia's hand and looked into her eyes. "Emilia, I've had such a wonderful time with you tonight. I know this might seem sudden, but I can't shake the feeling that there might be something special between us. Would you like to go on another date with me?"

Emilia's heart raced with excitement. She felt a warmth spreading through her chest, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time. "Yes. I would love to go on another date with you."

And so, what had started as a once disappointing night turned into the beginning of something beautiful for you and Emilia.

She realised that sometimes the best relationships come when you least expect them. And she couldn't wait to see where this new journey would take the two of you.