Dirty Little Secret (GxG)

Season 2, Chapter 10

Sandra's POV

I was pacing back and forth in my office, practically wearing a groove into the expensive hardwood floor. My mind was spinning with one crucial question: How the hell do you plan a date with Dria after ten years?

Ten years!

And it wasn't just any date. No, it had to be the perfect date. I had somehow managed to corner Dria into agreeing, but now I was standing at the edge of an entirely new abyss. What do you do on a date after a decade apart?

Dinner? Too predictable. Drinks? Too casual. Movie? Way too impersonal. But I wasn't exactly someone who did romantic dates. Business dinners, sure. Power lunches? Absolutely. Romantic evenings with someone you were trying to win back after ten years of unresolved tension and emotional baggage? Not my forte.

"What am I even going to talk about?" I muttered under my breath, scrolling through my phone, flipping between restaurant options that all seemed either too pretentious or too... basic. I needed something that was sophisticated, but not too intimidating. Classy, but not sterile. Romantic, but not... desperate. Ugh.

Without thinking, I hit speed dial and the phone rang once before Miles picked up.

"Yo," Miles' casual tone came through, completely unaware of the impending crisis on my end. "What's up, Sandra?"

I barely let her finish before I launched into a full-blown rant. "Miles, I have a serious problem. Like, a huge problem."

"Okay," she said slowly, as if sensing the storm I was about to unleash. "What's going on?"

"I asked Dria out," I blurted out, pacing faster now. "I cornered her into agreeing to go out with me, and now I have no idea what to do."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, then the sound of Miles trying—and failing—not to laugh. "Wait. You asked Dria out? Like... you, Sandra Domingo? The cold, calculating CEO who never loses her cool?"

"Yes!" I snapped, even though it was true. "Do you think this is a joke? This is serious!"

"No, no," she said, chuckling, "I'm just trying to imagine it. Sandra Domingo, flustered over a date. This is priceless."

"Flustered?! I am not flustered," I said, very much flustered. "I'm strategizing."

"Right," Miles said, barely containing her laughter. "Okay, strategist. What's the plan?"

"That's the thing! I don't have one!" I threw my free hand in the air. "Do I take her to some fancy dinner? Or maybe something casual? What do I even talk about? And what if she hates it? Oh God, what if she hates me?"

Miles let out a long breath, still clearly amused but now sensing that I was, in fact, on the edge of a full-blown meltdown. "Okay, first of all, you need to breathe. You're Sandra Domingo. You don't panic."

I paused, glancing at the reflection of my very panicked self in the office window. "I'm not panicking."

"You're definitely panicking," she deadpanned.

I ignored that. "What do I even wear? What's a good 'first date after ten years' look? What if she still hates me for... you know, everything that happened back then?"

Miles sighed. "Okay, listen. You need to stop overthinking this. It's a date, not a corporate takeover. Just be yourself."

"Be myself?!" I echoed, horrified. "Do you know who I am? I'm not exactly... I don't know, warm and fuzzy. Being myself has never exactly screamed 'romantic date material, well... I was ten years ago, before all of this happened"