Blind Date or... fate?
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Jane sat patiently on the bar section of the restaurant, waiting for her date to show up. Emily, her college friend had set her up with this guy. Jane didn’t trust Emily’s judgement but went anyways. She had nothing to do all evening, might as well go meet someone new than sit alone at home, eh? So what if he was half an hour late. At least she’d have company for SOME part of the night.
She drowned the rest of the sangria and used the fruit fork to pick at the tiny fruit that now rested at the bottom of her glass.
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Niall strut into the restaurant confidently, in disguise of course He didn’t want people to interrupt his peaceful evening. He wanted a beer before he sat down to eat and made his way to the bar.
He stopped in his tracks when he saw her. She was so, so….beautiful. There were no other words to describe her. Her red curls pulled over one shoulder, her innocent, yet bored face looking blankly at her empty glass while she aimlessly picked at the fruit.
Just by looking at her, he knew he had to talk to her. He knew he’d regret it if he didn’t.
He lifted his head and walked towards her. Once he was standing next to her, he cleared his throat, “Erm…may I join you?”
Striking green eyes met his when she turned her face. She shrugged, “Sure.”
Niall offered her a thousand watt smile and took the empty seat next to her.
“Beer.” He told the barman and went back to paying attention to her face.
“So… can I buy you a drink?” he asked her, tapping her shoulder lightly.
“You should know... I am waiting for someone.” She smiled at him, slightly apologetically.
“Oh…well… when is he expected?” Niall said, slightly disappointed.
“Half an hour ago.” She smiled sadly and shook her head.
Niall frowned and asked the barman for another sangria for her.
“Boyfriend?” he asked.
“Pfftsh no. Blind date. My friend, Emily, set me up with this guy.” She rolled her eyes.
“Oh, what would you do if I say I’m the guy?” he grinned at her.
“Well… first I’d kill you for being so late. And then I’d call you a liar, because his name is Asher.” She smirked.
“Why am I a liar?! I could be Asher, ya know.” He nodded.
“Niall Horan.” She said simply, taking a sip of the sangria that was just placed in front of her.
Niall felt the blood rush to his cheeks, making him look shyly at the floor. “My disguise not so convincing huh?” he mumbled.
“It’s not that bad. I thought you looked like someone I’ve seen before. But then you spoke. Your Irish accent is unmistakable!” she winked.
“Worth a shot! Now I know I shouldn’t talk to anybody else.” he grinned. “So…” he started, scratching the back of his neck, “How bout I buy you dinner?” He smiled hopefully.
“Oh…actually…I’d rather not. I’m sorry.” she smiled apologetically. “It’s….It’s not you. It’s just the celebrity thing. I’m not very comfortable with the idea of a celebrity boyfriend. I’m so sorry.”
