Running From Him (ManxMan) ✔️

Chapter 5: Blind Date

(A/N: His date)

🏃Clark's POV🏃

"Oh god." I whisper a I look at the restaurant. "Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god. This was a terrible idea, I should've just stayed home and canceled. Oh, god!"

I was currently outside of Vesuvio -an Italian pizzeria and spaghetti shop- grabbing and pulling at my hair because I knew some super hot Korean guy was probably waiting inside for me and I couldn't somehow acquire the guts to go in.

"Why did I even agree to this? He probably won't even like me. Oh goodness I probably look terrible!" I groaned, running my fingers through my hair again and tugging as I started to pace. "And even if he did like me then what about him. What if I somehow slipped up and he found me, found us!"

That got me pacing even faster with pink cheeks because I constantly had to move out of the way since it was a small street.

"Maybe I should just go. Maybe I should just text Jasmine from the safety of my own home and tell her I couldn't make it. I got sick, I had to take a surprise shift because Gabe couldn't make it- no, because Gabe had to go to the hospital, I-" My string of ideas were interrupted by the clearing of a throat behind me.

I slowly turned around around to find myself looking into a pair of brown eyes.

He was a good four inches taller then me with long black hair that was shaved at the sides. He had a softer face shape with just enough definition and pouty lips that made me appreciate that his clean shaven face complemented them. He was pretty well built which I could clearly see from his tight fitting T-shirt and dress shirt that shaped his bulky arms and large pecks perfectly.

Aw nuts, I thought It's him isn't it?

"Are you Clark?" He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly.

I let out a pained sigh.

"Yup," I said, stretching out the word. "That's me."

At the moment I really wished that I could've laughed since that reminded me of Caillou but I think that most people wouldn't appreciate my childish sense of humor so I kept quiet.

My date let out a chuckle causing me to frown.

"What's so funny?" I asked him.

"Sorry," He said. "That just reminded me of Caillou."

I gave him an incredulous look.

"You're kidding right?"

He shook his head.

"Nope."

A small smile graced my lips.

"I was thinking the same thing."

We both shared a smile temporarily getting lost in each other until he seemed to remember something and his smile fell off his face.

"So that conversation you were having with yourself just now was you trying to think of a way to cancel right?" He asked. "I mean if you want to leave you can do so, I won't hold you back."

"I-I...I didn't....yes it was about you. I'm sorry, we can still go in if you want." I cringed how awkward I sounded but knew It couldn't take anything back now.

By now a frown had taken his previous smiles face an I could feel the distance he started to create between us.

"Oh, so now that you've seen me you want to stay." He said, accusation in my voice.

"What? No! I-I was already warned that you would be really hot-" I cut myself of realizing what I had said. "Sorry that came out wrong!"

I was so busy worrying over what I had said that I didn't notice that a smile had started to grow on his face because of my rambling.