My first impression took four seconds, maybe less. I was already nervous as I walked into the diner. I'd never gone on a blind date before, and I was convinced that my friends should not have been in charge of my first one. As I stepped into my small town's diner, I saw him immediately. All I needed to know was that he was from the city; it was easy to see that he stood out here because not a single other soul in town would wear a blazer to the diner.
The first thing I noticed about him was the blazer, of course. But the next was his jaw. He looked half-menacing, half-amused with a sharp jawline and the corner of his mouth turned up. While I was memorizing the details of his mouth, I rammed into a waitress going full speed.
Her tray wobbled sharply and almost fell, but she saved it. "Shoot, I'm so sorry, Stacy," I said, but with a dirty look, she was off. I knew her, though, and I'd surely get a text from her about it sometime tonight, with a laughing emoji or smiley face. It wasn't a big deal.
Most of the eyes in the diner were now on me. Shit. I would have to make it gracefully and uneventfully to he other side, where he had chosen a corner booth. I was most concerned that he was watching me. I didn't care about anyone else. Little did I know, he had been watching me since the moment the door opened, and all it took was those four seconds before I saw him.
I sit down at the booth and awkwardly slide in to be next to him on the other side of the corner. "Hi," I said, hoping my cheeks weren't as red as they felt. "I'm Miranda."
"Andrew," he said softly. His voice surprised me. It was deeper than I would have thought, and it made me want to listen to him. He could tell me stories for hours and I would listen just to hear him speak. "I was glad you apologized to that waitress, but you could have done better."
I opened my mouth to respond, but I was too taken aback. Is he criticizing me? On my apology skills?
"Don't leave your mouth open like that," he said with a smirk. Why is he smirking? What did I do?
I closed my mouth, blinked, and tried not to look too puzzled.
"I assume you're ready to order," he said mildly. "Since you live here, you'll know what they have."
Was that a question or a statement? "Um, yes," I managed, shaking out of my funk. He's... Very... In charge. I don't know how else to say it.
He called Stacy over with a wave of his hand, and she came running, her oversized tits bouncing as she walked. Slut, I thought to myself. That shirt is way too low cut for her obvious push-up bra, and she doesn't even need one! "Stacy, darling," Andrew said with a twinkle in his eye. His eyes really do sparkle. He looks mischievous but also very charming. "Miranda would like to apologize for almost knocking you over. She didn't do a very good job the first time, did she? No."
They both looked at me expectantly and I opened my mouth, too surprised to say anything.
"Miranda," Andrew prompted with warning in his tone. "Apologize. Deftly, this time."
"I- I'm sorry," I said quizzically.
Andrew frowned and my heart plummeted. I hated that I felt so bad and displeasing him, but I wanted to make a good first impression! Too late, I suppose. "Good enough for now."
Stacy grinned, flicking her blonde ponytail over her shoulder happily. Slut! I thought again. That is merciless flirting, and clearly he is on a date! With me!
"We're ready to order, Stacy, if you wouldn't mind," Andrew continued smoothly. "Miranda's going to have the special, and I'll have the chicken Parmesan."
Did he just... Order for me? Stacy nodded and asked if we wanted anything besides water to drink.
"No, thank you, water will do for both of us."
He did it again. What is going on? Stacy flounced off to the kitchen to place our order and he looked back at me as if nothing was out of place in this situation.
"Your second apology was no better than the first," he said with that same frown.
"Sorry," I murmured, just because I didn't know what else to say.
"And that one was disappointing. We have to work on that." He regarded me for a moment, then raised an eyebrow at my fidgeting. I stopped.
"I think you should go to the bathroom, so that you won't have to during our meal."
I nodded absently, still thinking about the order. I stood, left my purse on the bench, and walked to the bathroom. I stepped inside and made sure no one was in the other stalls before staring at myself in the mirror.
My cheeks were flushed as they usually only got when I was aroused, my eyes were a little wild in the same way. I did not look like myself. Was this because of Andrew? He was very attractive, but there hadn't been anything arousing about our first meeting yet... Right? I suddenly found it hard to tell if he was into me or not.
The bathroom door opened and shut quickly, then locked. I looked over and saw- Andrew. Andrew?
"Hey, what-"
