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for the 100th time that day I stared at the 10 numbers in front of me, and the name "harry" scrawled next to them in messy writing that could only belong to a boy.
I knew eventually I would regret not calling, but if my parents or ash found out that I was scheduling to hang out with a stranger I'd be grounded for life.
Deciding that I had done worse, I dialed the number and pressed call.
ring, ring, ring
Hello?
"Hi, harry?"
"Yeah, who is this?"
I mentally face-palmed myself, I never told him my name.
"I'm vivian, I hade a rude encounter with Luke last week and you-"
"Of course! I was hoping you would call, how does lunch today sound? At Chicago Cut, for steak."
I was taken aback at his offer, a nice restaurant for a first date?
"Of course, Harry. That sounds great."
After giving him my address and a pickup time, I got to choosing an outfit. Harry would be there in an hour, and I had to dress summer-daytime-fancy.
I finally picked out an outfit that seemed fitting to the occasion, when my phone made a buzzing noise. On the lock screen it displayed a new message

Harry: I'm outside
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A/N: Vivian's outfit is on the side:)

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