The Second Choice

Tic and Tac

It was a crisp Saturday afternoon when Savannah and Y/n arrived at the Brazilian restaurant for the blind date Savannah had orchestrated. The restaurant was lively, with the scent of grilled meat filling the air. Savannah, beaming with excitement, led Y/n to their reserved table, which had been set up with a cozy ambiance of dim lighting and flickering candles.
Y/n, still apprehensive about the blind date, glanced at her phone as she sent a quick message to Jimin. "Hey, just wanted to let you know I'm going on a blind date tonight. Savannah set it up. I'll keep you posted."

A few moments later, Jimin's reply came through, his tone tinged with both understanding and a hint of disappointment. "Got it. I'm not thrilled about it, but I get why you're doing it. Just make sure to take care of yourself. I'll be around if you need anything."

Y/n sighed, feeling a pang of guilt. She knew Jimin wasn't entirely happy with the situation, but she appreciated his understanding. She tucked her phone away as Savannah's enthusiastic voice broke through her thoughts.

"Y/n, look! Our table is ready. I'm so excited for you. I hope this guy is as great as I've heard," Savannah said, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

As they settled at the table, Y/n tried to relax and focus on the meal ahead. The menu featured an array of Brazilian delicacies, and Savannah eagerly pointed out her favorites. "You've got to try the picanha and the feijoada. They're amazing. And don't worry about the blind date—it'll be fun, I promise."

Y/n offered a weak smile. "I'm sure it will be. Thanks for setting this up. I guess it's good to get out and do something different."

As they waited for their date to arrive, Savannah kept the conversation light, chatting animatedly about recent office happenings and sharing amusing anecdotes. Y/n listened, though her mind wandered occasionally to Jimin and the secret they were trying to keep.

Just then, the restaurant door opened, and two tall, well-dressed men walked in, looking around with a hint of nervousness. Savannah's eyes lit up as she waved them over. "That's them! Over here!"

One of the men had an elegant, confident air about him. His name was **Carlos**, and he had a warm, inviting smile. The other man, with a more laid-back demeanor but equally charming, was named **Raúl**. Savannah introduced them both.

"This is Carlos and Raúl," Savannah said, her excitement palpable. "Carlos, Raúl, this is Y/n."

Carlos extended a hand with a friendly grin. "Nice to meet you, Y/n. I've heard great things about you."

Raúl followed suit, his smile easygoing. "Hey, Y/n. I hope you're ready for a fun evening."

Y/n shook their hands, trying to mask her nervousness with a polite smile. "Nice to meet you both. I'm looking forward to tonight."

As they took their seats and began their meal, the conversation flowed more easily than Y/n had anticipated. Carlos and Raúl were engaging and humorous, and the ambiance of the Brazilian restaurant provided a warm backdrop for their evening. Savannah, ever the enthusiastic host, kept the conversation lively and ensured everyone felt comfortable.

Despite her initial apprehensions, Y/n found herself enjoying the evening. Carlos and Raúl were charming in their own ways, and the dinner was a pleasant distraction. The meal was delicious, and Savannah's excitement seemed to be infectious, lifting Y/n's spirits.

Throughout the evening, Y/n couldn't help but glance at her phone from time to time, thinking about Jimin and how he might be feeling. But for now, she was determined to enjoy the night and make the most of Savannah's blind date setup.

As the evening progressed, Y/n found herself becoming more comfortable with Carlos and Raúl. They shared stories and jokes, making the atmosphere light and enjoyable. Carlos was charismatic, with a flair for storytelling that had Y/n chuckling frequently. Raúl, while more reserved, had a dry wit that complemented Carlos's exuberance perfectly.