Corey fidgeted in the coffee shop seat waiting for his ‘date; to arrive. He was still a bit sore from the lashings his father had given him on account of his last screw up with a potential contract but he did his best to hide it by limiting his movement. “Are you here for me? Or rather… Am I here for you?“ He asked when a stranger approached the corner he had nearly hidden himself in. His hands gripped his coffee nervously. His fingers drummed along the white cup as he slowly raised his eyes over the other making sure not to make eye contact.
“Oh no.” Luisa looked on in utter dismay. Black tank top, corner booth. Her expectations weren’t high to begin with but now they plummeted all the way down to her toes. She’s naively assumed that nothing could be worse than the mess that had tumbled her towards David when he friend helpfully suggested online dating.
Sometimes, you just wanted to date someone. Sometimes, you just wanted to get out there. Well, now every time Luisa got the urge, she was going to buy a tub of ice cream and just not.
He was a child. This was the sort of horror story that you put up on Craiglist, right next to things she didn’t want to think about involving other ‘mature men, with world views.’
“Doglover19?” She asked tentatively, when really, all she wanted to do was run in the opposite direction, but she probably owed it to this child’s parents to send him home with taxi fare.
