Thank you to @JeanEllis25 for the request!
"Caitlyn, are you sure about this?" I question my closest friend whose voice is on the opposite side of the golden IPhone that is pressed up against my ear.
"How many times do I have to tell you that Christian is a great guy?" She responds, pleading with me not to chicken out of the blind date she set up.
"He could be a serial killer for all I know!" I say dramatically, fiddling with the hem on my elegant navy blue dress.
"(Y/N)!" Caitlyn yells into my ear making me wince in pain. Sure, maybe I am being a little dramatic but I still don't have a good feeling about tonight. I am hands down the most awkward person that you could invite on a date and the atmosphere of a dimly lit restaurant freaks me out.
"Okay fine, but if I get mysteriously killed, I'm coming back to haunt you." I hissed into the phone before pressing the small red button on the bright screen that ended the call.
For the hundredth time tonight, I stepped in front of the floor length mirror located in my bathroom and felt a wave of self-conscious fear wash over my body.
My knee length dress was flattering on my body type and the beige heels made my legs look beautifully sculpted, but if I had the choice, I would be in my favorite pair of sweatpants with my go to pair of converse.
Suddenly the cell phone in my beige purse buzzed with a single text from my date.
"I'm outside when you are ready!"
"Oh, shit." I mumbled nervously to myself, frantically running my fingers through the loose curls in my shoulder length chocolate brown hair. I would have given Christian my floor and door number, but you know, there's still a possibility of him being a serial killer.
I grab my purse and phone and lock the door to my apartment behind me and walk to the elevator, careful to not trip in my heels.
"Ding!" The high pitched ringing from the elevator alerted me that I'm now on the first floor of the building. I walk out the glass double doors and am hit with the cool Milwaukee evening air.
Scanning the street and sidewalk I spot a well-dressed brunette leaning against a car. His eyes and facial features match those in the picture of him that Caitlyn recently showed me when she made us stalk his instagram page.
His beautiful brown eyes meet mine as he looks up from his phone and sees me staring at him.
"You're (Y/N), right?" He assumes with a smile on his face, pointing a finger at me.
"Yeah, and you're Christian?" I guess even though I already know the answer.
"Yeah." He replies and escorts me into his expensive sports car, opening and closing the door for me.
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It was a fairly short drive filled with awkward small talk. Christian and I actually have a lot in common, but conversation doesn't seem to come easy.
The destination he chose for tonight is a fancy French restaurant that I have driven past countless times but never had a reason to go until now.
He escorted me out of the parked car and we entered through the incredibly fancy doors of the restaurant. "I have a reservation for two under the name Christian." My date states to a woman behind the podium who had just previously seated the other two guests who were in line in front of us.
She fiddles with a few items behind the podium and pulls out two menus. "Follow me please." She said with an obvious French accent and a little bit of sass in her voice, leading us through a maze of perfectly placed tables.
We each slid into a chair opposite of each other when we arrived at our table and out hostess handed us each a menu.
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After a few minutes of awkward silence and light small talk, the previous waitress returned with two waters. "Are you two finally ready to order?" She asked, keeping her eyes glued to the piece of paper that she would write our orders on.
Christian and I both made eye contact, noticing the rude demeanor of our waitress. We both brushed it off and he ordered first.
"Um, yes. I'll have the steak with a side of vegetables." He requested nicely, handing the woman his menu.
"And for you?" She snarls.
"I'll have the pasta, please." I say, sliding my menu across the table for the waitress to pick up once she is done writing. However, my clumsiness got the best of me and I knocked the small candle that was previously placed in the center of the table onto the ground. Even though the candle landed right side up and the detailed glass holder didn't break, I still managed to light the table cloth on fire.
The stench from the burning cloth was enough for me to completely panic and freeze with a look of pure horror plastered onto my tomato red face. Christian, however, sprung into action, throwing the contents of his water glass onto the red table cloth.
The three of us each stared at each other for a few seconds, the waitress with a nasty look on her face. The silence was broken when Christian started laughing so hard that he had to grip the table so he wouldn't fall out of his chair. His golden colored skin was replaced with a bright shade of red because of how hard he was laughing. I just sat silently in shock and embarrassment, looking down at my lap.
"You two need to leave the restaurant immediately. This behavior will not be tolerated." The blonde waitress said, pointing to the exit.
Christian and I both stood up and happily left the restaurant. After a few seconds of walking in silence, Christian once again bursts out in laughter, unable to control himself. Leaning against a metal bench located on the sidewalk for support, he mocks the waitress in a high pitch voice with tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. "This behavior will not be tolerated."
I crack a smile and join him in laughter.
"I'm so sorry about that by the way. My clumsiness ruined the nice evening you set up for us." I finally said in a somber voice, fiddling with the zipper on my purse.
"Are you kidding me? This is the best date I've ever been on!" He affirmed, trying to collect himself.
"Wait, really?" You asked softly, meeting his friendly stare and matching his smile.
"Hell yeah! I'll tell you what, let's just go get some pizza and ice cream. Caitlyn told me it's your favorite. I mean, if you still want to." He responded shyly, not wanting to pressure you.
"I'd love that." You gushed. Christian took your small hand in his and led you to the most charming pizzeria in the city.
