Annabelle hadn't wanted to burn the restaurant down initially.
In all honesty, she had been in a good mood. The food smelled great, the weather was perfect, and the boy she had met on Tinder looked like an absolute snack in all his pictures.
But t...
Two weeks later, she was fully invested with the blue-haired ski guy -- Bryan, his name was. Meanwhile, the Italian waiter was out of her mind completely. She didn't once think about his gorgeous eyes or his chiming laughter or his sweet dimples.
Not once.
Not at all.
Maybe.
Hey Bryan, are you free this weekend? I would love to go on a date if you're ready?
sure haha any places in mind?
She hadn't thought that far. But her fingers were typing on their own accord.
Do you like Italian food?
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She got there early.
It was completely different to her date with Al. Instead of her ragged overalls and sloppy hair, she had thrown out her hair into waves, and was wearing a long, soft skirt.
And though she knew that any hope with the Italian waiter should have been banished from her mind, she couldn't help but sink in her chair when she couldn't see him anywhere.
So, she toyed with the red tablecloths. Glared at the cherubs. Let the smell of wine and cheese surround her.
"Hey! Sorry I'm late. I couldn't find a park."
Bryan.
For the past three weeks, they had been exchanging pictures. And, glancing over at his square jaw, blue eyes, and long blond but slightly blue hair, she felt a wave of relief.
At least he looked like the pictures.
And his hair was nice with the blue.
"Five minutes late," she said, smiling. "That's nothing compared to the last one."
"How late was he again?"
"Half an hour."
"Gross."
"Right?"
He frowned, adjusting his denim jacket. "Oh, no, I meant the..."
She followed his gaze to the table, where a small basket of garlic bread sat.
"Oh," she said. "You don't like garlic bread?"
"Not really, no."
"Are you a vampire or something?"
He didn't laugh. "I just don't like garlic. I don't like kissing with smelly breath."
Annabelle's eyes widened.
Whoa.
Kissing on the first date?
Did that mean he expected her to not eat the garlic bread, as well?
