My date with Avi is in about two hours, and I have absolutely nothing to do. So I decide do start checking what I should wear.
No. No. No. No. No. Maybe... No, never mind. No. No.
And then I see a dress I haven't worn in years. Literally, it must've been a year and a half or maybe two since I've last put that dress on.
It's super cute, now that I think of it; black with long sleeves and a long trail. A little sparkly, but not so much. Totally badass.
I decide to wear it with the hair Ariana Grande style.
By the time I finish my makeup and everything else, it's already time for the date, which surprises me because I thought I'd have a lot of extra time, and it turns out I didn't.
Ding Dong!
My dad gets the door and I look at myself in the mirror one last time, narcissistically wondering why I don't wear this dress more often, since it makes my body look so good.
I go downstairs and see Avi, smiling. But he's not even looking at my outfit, he's just look into my eyes, admiring them, as if he already knew I looked good without even having to check.
My dad, on the other hand, looks confused.
"Can I talk to you really fast, B?" He asks me. I nod politely and enter the kitchen with him. "What is this boy doing here? What about Theo?" He shouts, whispering.
"Dad, Theo and I aren't dating! In fact, Theo has a girlfriend..." I look away, trying not to sound disappointed. "A very pretty one, actually."
"Oh... I thought--"
"Yeah, I know. But he's still my friend. And don't worry you can still watch the games with him."
He half smiles, looking like he regretted saying anything about it.
"Avi is waiting, dad. I should go."
He nods, and I leave the kitchen to meet with Avi in the living room.
"Shall we?" He asks.
"Yeah." I'm excited about this.
My dad comes to us and Avi thanks him for letting me go with him, and tells him I'll be home by 10pm. My dad agrees without even trying to make a deal out of it, which I think is weird, but don't mention it.
We get out the door and I see his Ferrari, colored black this time, which is more to my liking.
He opens the door for me and I get in the car.
We drive to the restaurant, he asks me some questions to break the ice still in the car, all of them while smiling, and I answer them smiling and even laughing at some comments that weren't initially meant to sound like something funny. Stop overthinking this. It's Avi.
We get to the restaurant and Avi had reservations for us, which makes me feel really happy. He thought this through. He wants to be here.
We sit down, the garçon holding my chair for me to sit. This is one of those expensive restaurants.
"So," he says. "Knock, knock."
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We Should Talk. (Book One)
ChickLitToby liked life uncomplicated, and she wasn't about to apologize for it. Her High School life had been alright, I guess. She had her twin cousins, and best friends, always by her side making things interesting. And that was enough. Or at least she t...
