#coddate

“Hiya,” her colourful bracelets chimed as she waved her hand in greeting, cheek flushed and warm from just how awkward this whole thing was. With a few drinks in her, her best red lipstick on, Berry was determined to put herself out there in the speed dating. If just for a distraction, or a chance of hope. “My friend said the best way to do these things is with an ice breaker, so, uh... hm…” she glanced down at the small notebook in her shaky hands, an onslaught of questions listed,  “if you could visit any place ever, real or fiction, which would it be and why?”

Speed Dating was the last thing Devon wanted to do tonight. He didn’t want to sit and answer the same questions, laugh at jokes he didn’t find funny or press his lis into smiles out of politeness. Definitely not. But a thought popped into his head, quickly sending him to the sign up table. His questions, though focused around dating, could also be focused on food. Speed Dating was the perfect opportunity to do some extra research for his restaurant.