She sat there deleting some of the 800 odd messages in her phone’s inbox. She chewed on her bottom lip and felt the butterflies in her stomach. She could believe she was going through with this, and was nervous that he wouldn’t show.
She fiddled with the stereo to pick the perfect song, but couldn’t find it, so she switched it off. She called her friend instead, scared that she’d been stood up. It had been 15 minutes but he was supposed to be 5.
A beep interrupted her call. It was him. He’d gone the wrong way. She had another 5 minutes to contemplate what was going to happen.
He arrived at her car and peered in.
“Thank God, you’re hot,” he exclaimed. He was so drunk the night he met her that he forgot what she looked like. She took this as a back handed compliment.
“So you don’t trust your drunk self?” she asked.
“F*** no, don’t even trust my sober self,” he replied and again, she took this as a compliment.
They were both visibly nervous, talking about nothing much in particular the whole way back to his place.
They went inside and he produced a bottle of her favourite wine.
tbc...
2 comments:
Where's the tbc?!
:o)
hehehe it's quite a predictable story. Will post it very soon :)
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