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Assignment Twelve - Worst Date Ever
Since her divorce with Parker Carrington, Monroe never found herself dating. The desire to find another form of love lacked and it was hard to meet others who she was able to trust. Her job in the escorting business became her world, and soon after, she threw all of her time and energy into building the cafe. Not only did she not want to go on dates, but she didn’t allow time to go on them. Lucky or unlucky for her, Monroe still had a friend from her father’s escorting business who needed a cover for the night. Lana had accidentally double booked herself and wanted one of her clients to get the best of the money -- Monroe had been the best when she still did escorting. Wanting to make a little extra cash on the side, she agreed to go on the date. She didn’t see the harm in it.
Wearing a tight black dress that hung off her shoulders, she was wearing silver heels with a silver clutch. Though it had been her first date in awhile, Monroe wasn’t too nervous to meet the man. To her, it was more about the money but it was nice to think of it as being a harmless date. After not going on one for ages, it was a playful thought to ponder. Monroe had gotten to the restaurant before the client, so she settled into the booth as she waited. Her legs crossed beneath the table as she pulled out her phone, beginning to flip through the various apps she had. Taking a quick glance at the clock, it was 8:00PM right on the dot. Gently biting her bottom lip, her eyes scanned the room as she stayed on the look out for the client.
After scrolling through twitter for what seemed like forever, she looked at the clock again, seeing that it read 8:45PM. With widened eyes, she thought to herself, “45 minutes late? What the fuck?” Sighing softly, she shook her head as she began to grab her things, getting up. “Monroe?” She heard a voice, coming from behind her. Turning around, she met a pair of unfamiliar hazel eyes. “I’m so sorry, traffic got rough. I’m Carson. If you’re up for it, I’d still really like to proceed with the date?” He asked, looking at her with a hopeful smile. Since she had already met the man, and they were literally face to face, Monroe gave him a soft smile as she nodded her head, “Fine, but you’ll just have to make it up to me,” she teased, winking at him. Taking a seat, she watched as he slid into the booth across from her.
It had been nearly an hour since she had been on the date, and Monroe desired nothing more than to get away from him. He chewed with his mouth opened and talked only about himself, not even bothering asking about Monroe. She knew that she was getting paid to be with him, but unlike Carson, most clients at least made an effort to learn about who she was. Once the check came, a feeling of relief washed over her as she knew the night was about to come to an end. She looked over at him, almost expecting him to pay for the bill. The two made awkward eye contact before he finally got the hint, “OH. Right. Sorry.” He answered, Monroe only having the ability to subtly roll her eyes at him. She watched as he reached into his pockets, touching his body all over in search for his wallet.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she thought to herself as she simply watched. “You know what, this one is on me,” she spoke, faking a smile at him. Monroe reached for her wallet and pulled out a $50, covering their bill and leaving a generous tip. “You don’t have to worry about paying me, Carson. I enjoyed the night. I hope you did too.” Getting up, Monroe smiled brightly at him, “Oh yeah, me too. I-” Holding her hand up at him to cut him off, she simply smiled. “I have to get going, have a good night!” She responded and with that, Monroe turned around and rushed quickly out of the restaurant and to her car before he could catch up to her. She scoffed as she walked away, shaking her head to herself. There was a reason she never went on dates.
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