𝟏-𝟖𝟎𝟎-𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒.

≫ GO WITH IT ≪

warnings: some language, a super awkward situation you might wanna avoid (my second-hand embarrassment peeps- im looking at you)

author's note: this is based off a prompt ive been planning on tackling for a while! it's pretty fluffy tho, so beware. enjoy :)

word count: 1,281

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Drumming your fingers nervously, you picked up the chilled glass of red wine in front of you and took a sip. You felt your embarrassment and anxiety rising. Your heart pounded in your chest, pumping blood into your cheeks.

Your date still hadn't shown up, and everyone was giving you apologetic looks. The kind waitress with the forgiving eyes just left your table after asking for the fourth time if you were ready to order yet. All you could do was offer an awkward apology and the mumbled promise, "He'll be here soon."

But you seriously doubted that he was going to be here soon. You had the information to base it on, after all. The blind date, Elijah, was the second man in a row to ghost you, despite your friend's efforts to set you up with a person of good character. It turned out he was just another guy who decided you weren't good enough.

No, Y/N, come on. Don't think like that! Maybe he's just stuck in traffic, you reasoned with yourself. But the longer you sat tapping your fingers anxiously on the tablecloth and enduring the apologetic glances from other tables, you started to doubt your thoughts.

Lowering your head to the smooth cloth, you pounded it on the table. There was no getting past this embarrassment. You could practically feel the other restaurant patrons' eyes glued to you. Suddenly, you felt a light tap on your shoulder, but refused to lift your head.

"Can you please just give me five more minutes? He should be here by now," you whined, assuming it was the waitress. She was probably coming to kick you out of the restaurant.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, babe. Traffic was just horrible,"

You jolted upwards, hearing the smooth voice. It was like velvet, the honey-like tones cutting into your heart with a sweet burn.

Looking up in full attention you caught the man as he was sitting down in the seat across from you. You were met by dark eyes looking into yours. He looked tired, with slight bags underneath those eyes, but there was a sparkle in them nevertheless. This man seemed to hold a thousand secrets.

You could tell this man wasn't Elijah- there was just a gut feeling. Something in you said that he wasn't the same person you were originally supposed to meet. And despite this, he still appeared to you as stunning.

He leaned in closer. "I'm Bruce. Just go with it, yeah? Whoever didn't show up is an ass,"

For a split second, you sat in stunned silence. Partly trying to comprehend what he was saying, partly just enjoying staring at him. You snapped back into focus, catching yourself blatantly checking him out.

Despite his good looks, you were torn. The better instincts your mother had drilled into from a young age were pulling the 'EMERGENCY' switch in your brain. You had no idea who this guy was. He could be criminal- some sort of psychopath who escaped from an institution somewhere where they don't have girls! He could have masterminded some way to find you!

He could be colorblind! How untrustworthy is that?

You shook off your exaggerated intrusive thoughts. No way you were going to let your anxiety ruin this opportunity to meet someone kind enough to attempt to rescue you from the awkward situation you were previously stuck in. He seemed sympathetic, at least. He wasn't too hard on the eyes, either.

You tapped your fingers on the table, smiling at the man who had sat down in front of you. "I'm Y/N," you whispered.

Your waiter showed up again, and the droopy look on her face immediately lifted into a grin when she saw Bruce. "I see he finally arrived!"

"Yes," you nodded, shooting him an interested look. "Apparently he was just stuck in traffic."

"Well, I'll be happy to take your order now."

After you both ordered, you found yourself staring at him curiously again. "What is it?" he asked, catching your gaze.

"What made you decide to swoop in and save my sorry ass from embarrassment?"

He laughed at your wording of the question. "I just couldn't stand to see a woman as gorgeous as you in that situation."

You chuckled, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. "No, really. You could've just left me to suffer and moved on with your night," you said, trying to get a real answer out of him.

"I wasn't completely lying with my last statement," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. You could tell by his body language that he was slightly embarrassed. "I came into the restaurant, and I saw you. I thought you were gorgeous, but you just looked so sad. I flagged down your waitress and asked what was going on, and she told me about your predicament."

"Damn," you muttered. A wide smile was making your cheeks burn. "I didn't know that waitress was in on it. What a snitch."

"Surely, you can't be mad at her, though?" He flirted.

You laughed, watching his eyes sparkle with amusement. "I don't think I am, actually."

You made idle talk with him until your food arrived, as to which you felt your mouth water. You joked over the meal, enjoying each other's presence. By the end of the night, you had completely forgotten what an embarrassing situation it had started as. When your waitress, who had basically turned into your wing-woman by her own accords, brought you the check, you made sure to leave a large tip. You had to give credit where it was due.

After all, she was basically the whole reason you ended up in the company of Bruce. If she hadn't told him your predicament, you doubted you would've even met. The real thanks, however, had to go to Elijah, your original date who was nowhere to be seen. His failure to show actually helped you out.

"Listen, thank you again. Really," you said. You were now outside the restaurant with Bruce, and you were preparing yourself to part ways with him- although you really didn't want to.

"Of course," he smiled. "I'm honored to have helped you overcome that bad situation. And, I said it once but I'll say it a million times over: whoever didn't show up missed out on the night of a lifetime with the woman of a lifetime."

"Not to mention the dessert of a lifetime. Seriously, the food there was amazing!" You joked, grinning back at him. "By the way, could I get your number? If you don't mind, I'd like to do this again sometime. Maybe we could start off a second date with less of me feeling like an idiot."

He chuckled at your slight embarrassment. "I'd be happy to give my number to you. And to take you on another date."

He passed his phone over to you, and you entered your number into it. You sent a quick text to yourself from his phone to make sure it worked. From inside your purse, you heard your phone ding. Bruce smiled at the noise while you passed his phone back.

"Great," he grinned, looking to you. "Is this goodbye, then?"

"I think it is. Until next time, of course."

The two of you parted ways then, both walking to your respective vehicles with the other on your mind. You were thinking of your unlikely saviour, the man who rescued you from a bad predicament. In turn, Bruce was thinking about you: the embarrassed, yet sweet girl he had stumbled upon.

Truly, there was nothing like a good, old fashioned ghosting to begin the perfect relationship.

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"ghosting is simple. they were afraid to be honest. you didn't lose much."

- myles scott