Dating Blindly

The Blind Date

"Do I really have to go? Can't we just relax and watch some movie like we used to?" Rachel whined for what felt like a thousandth time that evening. Her lightly painted lips were pouting.

Cole knew what was she doing. The minx was trying to get away from their arrangement. Unfortunately for her, he had become immune to her tricks. He couldn't believe that she was using them at the age of twenty-four, that too on a person who knew her for twenty years.

"You can do that as long as you have no problem with I and Rose doing the deeds next door." His eyes shone mischievously. "Oh! I forgot to mention she was coming over, didn't I?"

And that's how Rachel found herself sitting on the wooden chair in a secluded area of one of the newest hotels of the city. No matter what, she had no desire to witness one of Cole's wild nights. She couldn't believe he set her up for some stupid blind date.

She ran her long fingers through her brown locks. Her other hand adjusted the navy-blue dress Cole had chosen for her. She was nervous. She cursed herself. Why was she acting like she was in a high-school? This was not her first date. Hell! Richard had taken her to countless dates. Then it hit her. When was her last date? Yes! It was about a year ago, when Richard and she broke up, more like he dumped her for another girl. She hadn't gone out after that. She pushed away the chances of meeting new people or spending time at any new place. She avoided anything new. And this had affected her in many aspects. She didn't even find any inspiration to paint anything in this period. It was like when he left he took away old Rachel with him.

Her everything was at stake. That was why Cole took a charge of her life. He left his mansion to move in with her, doing everything he could, to take her out of depression. She knew he was afraid that she would harm herself. And honestly, she once did consider doing it. However, now that everything was better,  she was grateful to him. She believed that she owed her new life to him, so even if she wasn't ready she couldn't deny Cole when he proposed this idea. Truth to be told, he didn't know this man either. He just came across him on some website and after interacting with him for a few times, he was assured that this man was perfect for Rachel to move on.

She almost spat the water she was sipping when she heard,

"I am really sorry if I kept you waiting. New York traffic is terrible sometimes."

The gentle voice forced Rachel to turn around. Her hazel eyes landed on gray, stormy ones as she took in the man in front of her. Apparently, Justin Roberts was his name. In her opinion, the name didn't sound correct with the face that was sculpted so aristocratically. The artist within her couldn't help. She noticed his perfectly tan skin. His ruffled black locks were giving him a laid-back appearance. His arched eyebrows and thick eyelashes could put shame to female super-models. The pink plump lips just below his straight nose enhanced the beauty of his face. His jaw was sharp enough that Rachel wondered if it would cut her finger if she touched it. And then she realized what she had thought. She just imagined touching this handsome stranger. It surprised her. It had been very long since she desired some man, let alone notice him in such details. It was the ability that she thought she lost when her boyfriend of four years left her like she meant nothing. The realization brought back her senses. She cursed herself for thinking about the man for whom she had cried enough.

"Don't worry! I haven't been here for long," she assured as she gestured for him to take his seat.

He looked at the female in front of him. She was beautiful. With minimal make-up on her face, he could see her natural features. Her long hairs were looking so soft that his hands were itching to touch them. The milky white tone of her skin was reflecting the light perfectly. Her button nose and full lips were making her look cuter by every passing second. He knew she would call him a pervert if he asked her what was the flavor of the lip gloss she had used for those engaging lips. Shaking his mind he extended his hand and spoke,