(#1) My Survey Dude

*63 / you have no idea

(go & grab your popcorn)

| date @ 5:00p.m. |

"Hey, babe." Reese greets me as he enters. His smile is wide and contagious and he looks happy.

"You are...five minutes and thirty seconds late." I tease, finding it awfully hard to look away from his attractive face.

I notice that he's dressed super casual in black slim jeans and a cosy maroon sweater. He looks incredibly good.

Reese sits down opposite me.

"I should have known you'd be timing me." He shakes his head.

"I'm joking." I grin.

We look at the menu, thinking about what we should order but I can't seem to tear my eyes away from him.

His hair, his eyes, his face, his hands, his-

The waiter comes over to us a few minutes later.

"Ready to order?"

"Yes." Reese says, looking over at me.

I nod in agreement.

We order and then wait.

"I can't believe we're actually on a date." Reese laughs.

"I'd rather go on a date willingly than have you drag me out of my house whilst I look like Joker in pyjamas."

"Wow. What a lovely sight."

I feel myself turn fifty shades of red.

"Oh, shut up."

The food arrives and I blow a breath of relief. For some reason I feel awkward sitting opposite Reese but whenever I think about the fact that we're actually on a date I melt inside.

"Did I mention you look absolutely beautiful?" Reese says whilst I take a huge bite of my burger. The sauce slides down my lips. I feel hot and my hair is a mess and Reese just called me beautiful.

I grab a napkin and feel his eyes on me.

I wipe my mouth and he's still looking at me.

I fix my hair and his eyes haven't moved.

"You're looking at me." I say without thinking.

Way to state the obvious, Willow.

"I know. It's because I like your face."

We continue eating and Reese continues complimenting me on things that shouldn't even be complimented. I notice that he's looking at me a lot and he keeps smiling, he won't stop smiling. And I know that I like him but whenever I think about that, I think back to fucking Andrea.

whywhywhywhywhy

We're standing outside once we finish eating. The air is crisp and cool and I feel amazing.

"What time is it?" I ask him.

He's standing awfully close to me. He's leaning against the wall, his arm pressed against mine.

"Time for you to get a watch." He grins and I roll my eyes.

"Reeeeese."

"Okay, okay...it's 6:30." He tells me. His fingers graze my elbow so lightly but it's enough to make me inhale a sharp breath and feel a tingly sensation surge through my arm.