The Blind Date

Chapter Two: Nicholas

    "I'm sorry." I said to him wiping away my running mascara as he helped me up. He looked at me with concern, "Why were you crying?"
"Do you really want to know?"
He nodded his head in response, "I do."
"Well...," I said dusting off my dress, "A few of my friends decided to set me up on a Blind Date. I spent the whole day getting ready, you know trying to prepare for the worst date of my life." I laughed weakly. Here I was spilling my heart out to a stranger who  deep down probably didn't really care.
He smiled and shook his head in disappointment, "Was it really that bad?"
"Well he never showed up, so. Yes."

A few people passed by us heading into Del Posto. "Is it alright if I walk you home?" He asked surprisingly after telling me how dumb whoever the guy was for not showing up.

Wow.

It would be more than alright.

"Just don't kill me." I said holding up my phone in defense like it could protect me. He laughed as we started walking down the street, " I won't as long as you don't kill me either."

—
  "So, what is your name?" I asked finally after a few minutes of us both rambling about the worst days of our life. He found the Chester story really funny.... I kind of do too looking back on it now. 

"Nicholas. My parents were obsessed with Nicholas Sparks back then, they still are honestly. I see why though, his work is very powerful." He said before asking my name.

"I'm Katarina.... but everyone; well mostly everyone calls me Kat." 

We were just a few blocks away from my house. And if it weren't for him I probably would've cried the whole way home. Our little walk was actually very interesting. I learned a lot of things about him in such little time.

   "I'm really sorry," I said as we walked to my front door, "I know you probably have better things to do than you know walk some sad girl home."

"Don't be sorry, I asked you... and I'm really glad that I did."
We stood there looking at each other, both waiting on the next move.

I'm pretty dumb and didn't want to fall for a guy I'd probably never see again. So dumb Kat took over..... Just kidding dumb Kat is always in control.

  "Thank you for walking me home...Goodnight." And with that I turned around, went inside and closed the door in his face.

Smart move Kat.

  Do you believe in love at first sight? Because I don't. And if you do, you're probably in some amazing relationship where the only problems you and your person have is picking who's going to hang up first at night time. I haven't dated in over three years, and everyone thinks that's pathetic but honestly I think I need even more time by myself.
   As you can see, I'm still an emotional wreck, and the past continues to haunt me.

But I don't think that'll every change.

  I pushed myself off the front door after leaning on it for over 30 minutes with my eyes closed, thinking about how my life ended up the way it did.

An answer never came to mind.

My phone started to buzz, distracting me from myself.
I took off my heels and looked at the name that popped up on the screen—Oh dear...... it was my Mom.

  My finger lingered over the decline button.

After about two seconds I groaned and decided to answer.

  "Hi Mothe—
"—Darling! I heard that you went on a date tonight, how did it go?!"
I couldn't even get a hello, how are you doing, or a how's the weather there before she bombarded me with dumb questions about a date that never even happened.

I grabbed a bag of chips out of the pantry, jumped on the couch, and turned on Criminal Minds.

I missed Gideon to be honest.

"It was great Mom," I lied "
For a few minutes she blabbed on. I ended up muting myself and just watching TV.

Ever since my parents got a divorce, Mom took it upon herself to wedge her way into my dysfunctional love life. She told me I couldn't come home to visit her ever until I was spending more time with someone romantically and less time watching TV and eating junk food. 

She was probably so thrilled to hear about my date night—which I'm going to kill Tegan for telling her. Did she forget to mention the part about him not showing up.

I un-muted myself and put the phone back to my ear.
"— So what color do you want your wedding to be darling?"  I sighed softly so she couldn't hear me. "Mom, I have to go." And with that I hung up in her face.

I would get hell for that later on.

—
After eating the whole bag of chips and finishing episode six of Season 3, I decided to turn off Criminal Minds so I could get out of this dress and shower.

I dragged myself upstairs and to the bathroom. Turning on the light, I looked in the mirror; Tegan wouldn't think I looked beautiful anymore if she saw me now.

While the water started to get hot, I decided to take off the makeup, which was easier to get off than I thought it would be, considering my tears had washed away most of it anyways.

  I turned on a calm piece by Ludovico Einaudi called I Giorni. It's something about music without words that I like. It allows the listener to bring their own story to the sound.

As I showered the day before me replayed it self in my head along with the music.
The beginning—with Tegan... the excitement that consumed her.

The middle— with those cursed heels that only brought pain to my feet.

And the end..... And all I could think about was him.