#firstdateblurbs

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Luke tapped his knuckles against the top of the bar, laminate echoing around the near empty and silent establishment. He was thirty minutes into waiting for his blind date to show though he was near certain they wouldn’t be turning up any time soon, or at all. He didn’t mind, nursed a bottle of beer quietly on his perch in the corner and used the moments in waiting to decompress. He was a bit disappointed but the set up had been hasty and as he didn’t really know the person that was supposed to be meeting him he felt as if he wasn’t missing out on much.

“Want another?”

Luke’s attention swiftly glided to you behind the bar. You had a glint of pity in your eyes as you watched Luke go dateless the entire time.

“On the house,” you offered and Luke shrugged.

“Sure,” he agreed and let out a sigh. “Probably shouldn’t drink much more on an empty stomach though.”

You nodded in understanding and slid him another beer. Sidled up to his small corner and rested a hip against your side of the bar. It was an unusually slow evening and taking extra time for one of very few customers was okay.

“Y’know, there’s a really great diner up the street, they have the best sandwiches I’ve ever had.”

Luke smiled at your knowledge, already knowing the diner in question and loving it as well.

“Should you really be directing customers to competition?” He asked with a bite of humor in his tone.

You shrugged, nonchalant and uncaring. “It’s not my bar. I just work here part time. Wouldn’t want a nice guy to starve. Or eat the bar food,” you said and kept your voice to whisper at the last sentence, nose scrunching up to animate your mild distaste.

“I’ll go, if you’ll go with me,” Luke said with a hopeful glint in his blue eyes.

“You’ll have to wait for my shift to be done,” you responded.

“Been waiting a while anyway. I don’t mind.”

You smiled. Luke waited.

Once your shift was done the walk to the diner across the street was quick in the cool night air.

“Were you waiting for someone special?” You asked as he opened the door and let you pass through first.

“Not really. Just a blind date. I’ve never really been on for those though. Would much rather meet someone of my own accord, naturally.”

“Like... at a park or something?” You asked around a slight laugh.

“A park. The mall. A bar.”

You seated yourselves and Luke basked in the slight blush that crossed your cheeks and the shy way your eyelashes fluttered. Laminated menus weren’t even looked at as Luke said you should order for him, curious as to what you might think was good—he loved almost everything on the menu and knew he wouldn’t be disappointed any which way. To his surprise you picked his favorite dish on the menu and confessed it was yours as well. Idle chit chat filled your time at the diner, talk of love lives being in despair but looking hopeful—looking at each other—and work and life as a whole keeping you both at ease. It was natural to talk to you, Luke found no awkwardness lingering between you. When plates were cleaned and the prospect of leaving became much more real Luke shifted.

“Can I walk you home? It’s pretty late and dark.”

You nodded your consent and soon enough found yourself on the front steps to your apartment building. Hope bloomed in Luke’s chest at the turn of the night and the person he ended up walking home. Abandoned date forgotten Luke smirked and asked if another night like this might be in store sometime.

“If you have any more blind dates that don’t show, you know where to find me,” you said around a laugh and boldly moved in to kiss his cheek as a goodbye and a promise of another night.

The night was serene and stars spattered the sky in a cool glow. Calum had been nervous all day before meeting you at the front of the carnival. He didn’t often go on blind dates—horror stories of them starting and ending in disaster usually swayed him away from the practice—but he was glad he took a chance on the night, on you. You were soft and demure under the lights, shy and quiet as you first met up and wound through the crowds of people. Small talk was quiet and comfortable; offerings of information about each other making Calum even more curious about you. He’d only heard little from Ashton who set up the endeavor; enough to intrigue him and get him to go. Every word you spoke was said with purpose and Calum found himself drawn into the conversations.

Fingers sticky with cotton candy found their way to lacing with each other, his palm a little warm from nerves that coursed through him. Your timid smile was wondrous as you walked from booth to booth and took in the games and attractions, wonderstruck by the lights and the colors that danced so beautifully around the grounds. Calum tried his hand at a few—winning a stuffed animal in his mind—and blushed when they didn’t go in his favor. You giggled but it wasn’t teasing or mocking.

“They’re all rigged,” you offered in a slight whisper as if the vendors would hear you and scold you for the truth. “There’s like, no chance of winning.”

You knew exactly what to say to sweep the blush from Calum’s face or put it on tenfold. The end of the night came crashing in with a bright moon and the grounds being shut down. Calum offered to walk you home and you didn’t hesitate to accept. It was on your doorstep that his warm hand slowly settled on your cheek, fingers brushing along your jaw and uncertain energy radiating from both of you. Calum sighed and inched forward and you followed suit though the motion made noses bump and giggles fall from slightly puckered lips. Calum shifted, lips finding your heated cheek and settled for a whispered good night and heart content with the chance it took.

Ashton’s idea of an ideal first date never included being pressured into it through faculty and students alike. He liked you well enough, made good conversation with you in the teacher’s lounge and constantly strived to make you laugh as the sound was infectious and your smile was radiant. But, he hadn’t considered anything other than friendship when mixing work and relationships. Though everyone inside the school seemed to think there was something more between you two. The date had started as a joke, to mock the rumors and thoughts that circulated, to kick back and enjoy some time away from the usual fray. It turned serious when Ashton realized how much he truly enjoyed your company.

You were different away from work. More relaxed and open, and though it was initially a little awkward due to the circumstances that brought you together it was well worth breaking through the ice. You went for drinks and after only one you left the bar in favor of walking through the park. Leaves scattered the pavement and danced through the grass, the evening was young and a little chilly—a small breeze cutting through every so often—but it offered a chance to stay close together.

“I’m glad I came out tonight,” you admitted around a slight blush. “I wasn’t so sure about this.”

“Doubt that I’m a good date?” Ashton responded with a teasing tone and glint in his hazel eyes.

You laughed. “No. But all the pressure from everyone seemed like a lot to live up to. I think it has though.”

The night ended in your admission and an offering of another one. The next day brought questions from students that made you both flustered and observations from coworkers that couldn’t be denied. A bunch of ‘told you so’s’ followed. Neither of you minded.