19 february 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2652: a date

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As I held up at the café with my fingertips tenderly tapping the cool surface of my drink, the evening examine was enthusiastic with calmed fervor. A date. Will we press? It persistently felt like a wagered. Will the exchange stream? Or will it be one of those ungainly evenings when the calm perseveres longer than it ought to? be At that point she entered, changing the disposition with her closeness. When she saw me, a temporary but warm grin bent her lips. I pummeled my phone against the table as I stood up a bit as well rapidly. Opeyemi, smooth. really smooth. All of a sudden, the ice broke when she chuckled.

We exchanged words. Around dreams, life, and the foremost odd nourishments we've ever eaten up. I scarcely taken note the server refilling our drinks twice. It felt common, like on the off chance that we had known one other in a past life, the way her eyes sparkled when she talked and the way she slanted in when I shared something imply.

Each date, however, has its minutes. The one who chooses on the off chance that this may be because it were a night or the start of anything more noteworthy. Her address, "So, what's something you haven't told anyone a few time as of late?" incited our possess. And I told her without considering. Something considerable. Something normal. She didn't draw back. "That's gallant," she fundamentally communicated with a smile. I figured it out at that point that this was more than essentially a date. It was something else.