The Blind Date // Elsa and Jake
Elsa tapped the steering wheel of her car nervously as she waited at a red light on the way to the restaurant. Why she had let one of her teammates get her into this situation, she couldn’t for the life of her fathom. It was just a date on a dare, no big deal she told herself. Though her teammates certainly hadn’t been shy about trying to get her to actually commit to someone for a period longer than a few weeks, preferably showing her face to another person during daylight hours in addition to night time ones. It was that kind of meddling that made her wish she played an individual sport for a living. Sighing, she found street parking near the restaurant after a few minutes of searching, paid the meter and approached the dinner spot, a casual gastro pub and microbrewery with 50 local beers on tap. If all else fails, she thought, I can just get hammered. Nervously, Elsa glanced around the restaurant. No sign of her date yet, and she was five minutes late due to parking. He’s cute! You’ll love him, I promise! echoed through her head, taunting her over and over again. Yeah, he’s also almost 10 minutes late... screw it. Elsa took a seat at the bar, ordering some British Columbian IPA she’d never heard of. If she was getting stood up, you better believe she’d be coping by taking advantage of the said 50 beers on tap. It was then that she felt a tap on her shoulder. Swallowing awkwardly, she turned around. “Um, hi, I’m Elsa.”
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