The Blind Date

Chapter One

Heyy guys, so this is my second story on Wattpad and it's probably not that good.  It's mostly just one of those things where you think of something so you write it, not much else.  Nonethelss, I hope you all like it and please tell me what you think of it!

I sat down on the plush cushioned bench that was the restaurant’s waiting area, drumming my fingers on the seat and tapping my foot partly out of annoyance.  It has been ten minutes of waiting for the rest of my party to show and in that time I had called twice, sent ten text messages, and one voice mail.  I was partly annoyed with my friends, they had told me 6:30 and it was now 6:40 with still no answer.  I had begun to think that either they were stuck in traffic, or they had just plainly stood me up.  That added to my annoyance.

The little child sitting across from me, who was about three or four, began kicking his feet out of protest of waiting.  One of his wild kicks kicked my shin, I reached down in pain.  I looked up at the kid who had a permanent frown with his arms crossed across his chest.  I glared at the child while the mother quickly apologized, giving me an apologetic smile.

“What a precious angel,” I muttered.  The child must have sensed the sarcasm in my voice because once again he kicked me, in the exact spot.  I groaned in pain once more.  The mother screamed the child’s name and apologized to me once more.

“He really is sweet,” she promised, “he’s just tired.”

“I’m sure,” I muttered once more.  That was a mistake.  The child heard again and kicked me once more; I groaned in more pain and glared at the child.  The mother took the child by the hand and dragged him out of the restaurant, he protested more.

I bent down to massage my soar shin, looking up to see the tired mother dragging the protesting child out of the restaurant, they walked out and a guy about my age walked in.  He held the door open for the mother and protesting child, his shin became victim to one of the child’s kicks also.  He hopped a little, bringing his shin up to massage it.  He looked up, his brown hair falling on his face while his chocolate brown eyes met with my surprised brown eyes; we both broke the eye contact out of awkwardness.

He stood up straight, straightened out his shirt, and talked to the hostess about his party; she smiled and told him they were waiting for him.  I looked around, wondering who was in his party only to find I was the only one waiting.  She nodded towards me and I shook my head, sitting up properly now.

“There should be three other people,” I rambled.

She smiled, “They canceled their plans last minute,” She said.

I frowned at that, they left me to go to dinner with a complete stranger.  It was probably a joke, and a cruel one at that.  The guy walked over towards me, he probably sensed my reluctance, he held out his hand, smiling.

“I won’t bite,” He said, “promise”.

I apprehensively smiled, taking his hand as he pulled me up.  The hostess in training led us to our seats; her name is Katelyn and she was my age with a strong New York accent, which was evident in her questions about the mystery guy.

 “He’s cute,” she said, “And he has a nice butt”.  I didn’t know how to answer that.

“You two dating,” she asked.

“Nope.”

“Is this a date?”

“Nope.”

“Can I have him then?”

“Go for it.”  She stopped at a table, and set our menus down.

“Alright love birds enjoy your meal,” she said smiling, I blushed vigorously and so did the mystery guy.  Katelyn turned around whispering, “Get some girl.”