Blue-Eyed Boy

The Date

It was 7:30 on Monday - you were late. You rushed out of the house quickly yelling goodbye to your parents as you left, without giving them time to reply.

You arrived at The Royal at 8:03. Your only date in ages, and you arrive late. You look around and try to find Hayes, but, to your dismay, you can't find him. Pessimistic thoughts rush through your mind. What if he confused you with someone else? What if he stood you up?

Then you spot him sitting in the VIP area and your spirits are lifted. You rush over to him.

"I'm so sorry I'm late!" you apologise.

"Oh, don't worry - I'm just glad you came!" he smiles, before getting up to pull out your chair.

What a gentleman he was - and so attractive! You can't keep your eyes of him, and it seems he can't keep his eyes off you. You don't even care that, every so often, he looks at your boobs - it makes you feel good.

For most of the night, you just chatted and laughed. Then you started to flirt with each other. You touched his arm and he stroked your hair. You could feel the chemistry.