megansmanymisadventures:
Despite the gory start to the morning, Megan was bound and determined to have a good day full of questionable life choices. Questionable decision one was texting her best friend, who was off being very scientific and awesome, probably growing ears on frogs or something, to share her exciting plans.
With all of the love and fuzziness that she had come to expect from her best friend, he had asked her why she was texting him in the first place and forwards all of his siblings’ contact numbers.
She desperately need girl friends. Or friends who didn’t try to explain her tendency to like guys who liked trouble as some sort of evolutionary pruning process.
But no… bloody smeary message on a near stranger’s wall, or a less than enthusiastic response from the bestie, was going to derail coffee plans. Coffee was great, hot guys with mildly sketchy vibes were better. So, first, she got her butt over to the coffee place, and, two, she told herself not to mention coagulation or anything blood-on-wall related.
Catching sight of Atticus outside of the coffee shop, Megan wandered over with a wave. Step one? A success. “Good morning! You made it!” Now to countdown was on to fail step two.
Atticus stood outside the coffee shop, mindlessly tapping his dress shoe along to the beat of some indie pop song filtering through the outdoor speaker. Honestly, he’d had half a mind to tell Megan to stay home until this mess was resolved. Consequently, his own resolve had crumbled the moment he picked up the phone to cancel. No way he was going to let some prank ruin this.
Besides, he’d be right beside her the whole time, what could possibly go wrong? Potentially famous last words Atticus. So many things could go wrong. Both ‘prank’ related and unrelated. Fortunately, Atticus didn’t have much time to dwell on all the ways this date could become a complete dumpster fire because Megan was making her way down the sidewalk at this very moment. Atticus waved to her in return, hoping his face didn’t betray his nerves.
This feeling was new to him, even pitching ideas to high level execs didn’t feel quite like this, whatever this feeling was. He’d never really prioritized dating in his life and the few people he had dated were met with feigned interest and an inherent disconnect he couldn’t quite put his finger on. But Megan. Megan was different. “Of course, how could I ever miss seeing you?” he answered, a small smile appearing on his face, “Shall we?” he asked, opening the door for her to enter.
Approaching the counter, Atticus inspected the menu briefly before turning to Megan, “Have you eaten yet today? It’s on me so order as much as you want.” Although not the most experienced in dating, he’d at least watched several movies involving dates prior to this. Nerves aside, it couldn’t be that hard… right? Pay for their meal, make pleasant conversation, a few well timed compliments. Easy.
After ordering, they settled into a table in a quieter corner of the cafe while they waited for their food and drinks. Intertwining his hands, Atticus leaned over the table slightly. “So, how is school going? Hopefully not making you consider dropping out yet,” he asked, chuckling slightly.
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