chapter 8; dinner date

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7 months later.....

I'm off on a date to meet Ben. I'm quite nervous, but it'll be fine. It's just because, it's been a while since I've gone on a date. Or even communicated with the opposite gender when sober.

I've called a cab to get to the restaurant because it's pretty fucking far. I'm sitting on the settee while waiting.

I have finished my coffee and I get a call from the guy "I'm outside" I grab my bag, coat and I'm out the flat.

I get into the elevator still fearing elevators, but I breath and clench my fists to cope with it. I turn and look in the mirror, I don't look that bad.

My hairs down, but it's still fucking enormous, my curly hair is almost blocking the view from behind me. I tie it up-

can't be assed to bother with it right now.

I'm wearing my black mini dress as usual, and then my knackered docs. They are absolutely recked but apparently it's raining, surprisingly in LA.

You had one job LA, one fucking job not to be like back home.

I put on my fluffy leopard print coat to stay warm, this thing is old too. Back when I was 18 I think.

I hear the bell ring and I'm on ground floor. I dash to the exit leading to the streets outside, I spot the taxi and head over to it.

"Uh you mags?"
"Yes, that's me"

Sorry this was so short but I liked how this ended with that so I ended it short.

If you wanna know what happens next please read the next chapter which I promise, is a lot longer and a bit of a surprise awaits for Maggie. Enjoy ox

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