I slowly did a port de bra to the back of the room on Saturday morning, practicing my dance to "Mother" by Ingrid Michaelson. I finished my routine and looked at the clock, which read 10:00 a.m.
"I gotta go," I muttered to myself. I quickly packed up my bag and left my dance room.
"Bye, Bri! Have fun on your date," Leah, who was practicing her own dance, yelled.
"Bye, Le!" I shouted back.
I drove to my apartment jamming out to "Young and Beautiful" by Lana Del Ray.
When I got home, I took a shower, dried and straightened my hair, did my makeup, and got dressed.
I stood in front of my closet debating on what to wear. I decided to wear a light pink bralette, a white tube top, jean shorts, and a pair on black Vans.
I got in my car, since it was about 11:45 now.
"Hi, how many?" the lady at the front asked me as I walked into King's.
"Actually, I'm meeting someone," I said.
"Oh aright," she said, "Enjoy your meal."
I looked around and spotted Grayson sat at a table in the corner, looking at the menu. I quickly walked over to where he sat and smiled.
"Hey," I said as I pulled out the chair across from him and sat down.
"Hey, how are you?" Grayson smiled.
"I'm well," I said, "How are you?"
"I'm doing good," he said.
"Hi, can I get you guys anything to drink?" our waitress asked.
"Can I have a latte?" I asked.
"Of course, and you?" She asked, looking at Grayson.
"I'll have the same," he smiled.
When he smiled, I felt butterflies. I know that this whole thing is cliché, but I feel like this is going to work. No, I know this is going to work.