I walk away from the restaurant ignoring his yells to stop, ignoring the frustration I feel, I walk towards my apartment feeling disappointment and anger. It's only been a few minutes of walking when I pass by a guy. He looks... familiar? Why does he remind me of-
"Hey! Hi... sorry but are you Erik Peterson?" I ask as he turns around and faces me, he looks at me astounded. "Yes I am. Do I know you?" He asks with confusion. I'm amazed at how many years has gone by but he still looks young as ever. His dark brown hair still dark as dirt, his light brown eyes still covered behind his glasses, his figure still tall, fit and lean.
"Um... I'm not sure if you remember when you worked in a small town called Harvensaw. I was in your class for a year and a half before I moved away." I explain embarrassed. I moved away because in eighth grade I had huge accident involving a tampon and a boy, don't ask.
"I'm sorry I didn't catch your... name?" He asks with a questioning expectation. "Oh I'm sorry, my name is Charlie Hunter." I say with a timid smile. Erik used to be my teacher when I was in seventh and half of eighth grade, It's been about five almost six years since I seen him.
"Charlie? Wow you really grew up, haven't you?" He says with amazement on his face as he looks me up and down taking in my figure. My face warms as I realized I'm still in my date clothes, my failed date that is. "Yeah it's been awhile, how have you been?" I ask with general curiosity.
"I'm well. Everything's been good. How are you? Why are you wearing such fancy clothes?" I look down feeling morbid "I've been better. I just got off a date if you can call it that, thats why I'm wearing this stupid getup." I'm still looking down, not that I want his pity but rather I already feel gloomy and embarrassed, I don't want to see pity on his face.
"I assume it didn't go well? Based on the fact you don't look happy." I sigh and look up, he looks worried. "It didn't go well but that's okay, I decided I'll give up dating for awhile." I say with a small smile, he looks at me for a moment. "Would you like to come home with me to have a drink and forget this night?" He states while I ponder over it.
I could choose to not go and head back to the apartment and gloom over another failed date. Watch America's Got Talent reruns and eat ice cream hoping that I will get over my pathetic love life. I tried hooking up with people but that isn't my thing, dating is but hard to find that one that makes my heart pound with love.
I could do it and totally forget about that asshole who stated that he didn't really want to "eat" in the restaurant but rather "meet up and head to his place for a few rounds" like are you serious? I dressed up in my best clothes for a date and you just want a hook up? No thank you.
"Yes please, I'd just like to forget this night ever happened." I say as Erik and I walk towards his apartment. We've been standing on the sidewalk for a few minutes now, conversing like old friends. He said the walk to his place will take about half an hour but I'm willing to walk my troubles away and Erik doesn't seem to mind too much either.
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It took around thirty-five minutes to walk all the way here, we walked in a comfortable silence, enjoying the summer night. As he unlocked the door he says "What do you think?" I walk in eyeing everything in view. "I like how it has that cozy feel to it." I state after a moment, I take off my coat and shoes. "How about that drink now?" I ask with complete seriousness.
"Do you prefer scotch or vodka? Or we can do both, of course that is risky." He walks to the kitchen, I trail after him "I'll stick with vodka, thank you." I politely respond as he passes me a glass of vodka. He pours himself scotch over ice. "Come let's sit on the couch and catch up on life." He says as we walk to the couch.
I settled into the nice, comfortable, grey, couch. He sits across from me, staring, maybe his expecting me to go first? "Um... after I moved from Harvensaw I moved to Portland. I made friends within a couple weeks, got good grades, then I graduated. My life is boring, but I'm also trying to figure out what I want to do." I say staring at his small collection of books, taking a sip of the vodka.
