Marthe Woertman Imagines

Ice Cream

I've never been one to go on date let alone use an online dating app. But I thought I would give it a chance and besides this girl I've been talking to seems really cool. She's beautiful and has an amazing personality and don't even get me started on that music taste. Honestly the worst thing that could happen would be me getting catfished. I had clammy hands and was so nervous otw to meet up with her. I updated my friends every so often because they were afraid of me getting kidnaped or something. I was looking down at my phone occasionally looking up. I was texting my friends my location and everything so they would stop worrying when I hear a voice in front of me ask "Hey are you Y/N?" I look up and actually see the girl from the dating app. I look at her speechless for a few seconds not believing it at first. I then snap out of it and stutter out a shy "Um yea..Marthe?" I ask. "Yeap. Wow your so much prettier in person." Marthe flirts which makes me blush profusely. I then say "Sorry I'm just trying to process that your actually real and not a catfish." I say shyly but slowly opening up. Marthe chuckles flattered. "Come on I wanna take you to this really good ice cream place." Marthe says holding a hand out to me. I quickly rub my hand on my shirt hoping she wouldn't see and take her hand..I can't help that I'm nervous and have sweaty palms ok. She's gorgeous and handsome at the same time, there is literally no one like her. When I took her hand I felt something special and I didn't know what it was but it felt magical. I've never felt this special feeling with anyone and it surprised me because this is the first time I'm meeting Marthe and I already felt something. Marthe smiled at our hands together then smiled at me and led the way to the ice cream shop. I had a big wide smile on my face that I couldn't get rid off even if I tried. I felt free and invincible. We chatted a bit on the way to the shop and when we got there I was amazed at the flavours there were so many to choose from. Little did I know Marthe was at the side taking photos of me looking like a child getting excited about ice cream flavours. "What flavour are you thinking of getting?" Marthe asks a bit too close to the back of my neck making a chill run down my spine. "Um...there are so many I'm not sure. What would you recommend?" I ask trying not to lose my train of thought. (Idk how to write this part..) when we finally decided on what flavours we went out to a park near by and talk and eat our ice cream. I was happily eating my ice cream when I head Marthe say "Did you just..." I look at her questioningly then realised what she meant. "Urm..nooo..😳." I say nervously. "No you definitely just bit your ice cream." Marthe says confirming she what she saw. "I'm not a psychopath I swear." I say. "That's what a psychopath would say." Marthe says eyeing me suspiciously. "Do you trust me?" I ask but then slowly questioning my own question thinking of the fact that we literally just met. "Hmm..yes." Marthe replies which surprises me. I mean I trusted her instantly too but I didn't expect it to be reciprocated. "Then trust me when I say I'm not a psychopath but I can still bite my ice cream." I say knowing I don't sound convincing. "Ooook.." Marthe says. We both eye each other for a few seconds then both burst out in laughter at how far we took that.