Genevieve sat down at the table, looking at her menu quietly, wondering where her boyfriend could be. “Why is he late?”
The waitress came by, asking if she was ready to order.
“I wanna give him a few more minutes,” Genevieve replied.
The waitress smiled and nodded, leaving Genevieve by herself. This pattern continued on and on for about an hour or so, with Genevieve asking for more time, hoping he was just late, or lost track of time. Genevieve glanced around the room, taking in the looks of the other customers. They all seemed to have looks of sorrow and pity on their faces as they looked to her.
The looks turned from sorrow to apologetic, like they all know what happened. They made Genevieve feel worse and worse about the whole situation. “Why isn’t he here yet? I’ve been waiting for two hours!” she grumbled to herself.
After giving him a few more minutes, she stands up, ready to leave, only to feel a hand on her arm, gripping it lightly. A handsome young man sits down at the table, exclaiming loudly for everyone to hear, “Sorry I’m late! Traffic is just terrible right now!” before hearing him add quietly, “I’m Slayer. Just roll with it, okay? Whoever stood you up is the king of all jerk-wads. You deserve better than him,” Slayer winked.
Genevieve grinned, going along with Slayer’s plan. He was being incredibly sweet and trying to save her from continuing to get looks of pity from everyone around. It didn’t help that he was one of the cutest guys she’d ever seen.
She introduced herself, and the evening continued, full of laughs and hilarious jokes from Slayer.
As they were leaving, Slayer attempted to pay, but Genevieve stopped him, wanting to thank him for the wonderful even he’d given her. He grinned, letting her pay for everything, ignoring how much it irritated him.
Slayer took her hand as they left the building, stopping a few feet from it, “So, I had fun tonight,” he says, a serene smile on his face.
“Me too,” Genevieve grinned.
“Would you... maybe... like to do this again sometime?” Slayer turns his attention to her, the smile on his face appearing somewhat hopeful.
Genevieve nodded, “I’d like that.”
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