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Today I am going to sharing some more of my short story that I shared with you guys in my last creative writing post. If you happened to have missed that check it out here.
Let’s get right to it, shall we?:
As she got closer to the table the man who she assumed was Richard stood up from the table and said, “Oh you must be Jane, I’m Richard. Amanda has told me so much about you. I’m so glad you could make it.”
“Oh, hi. Yes I am. I’m so sorry I’m late.” Jane noticed that Richard was almost handsome. He seemed to be relatively fit from what Jane could tell. Jane also noticed that Richard had piercing blue eyes and shaggy but professionally styled chestnut brown hair but he seemed to have a slightly crooked smile.
“Don’t worry about it, Jane; I’m sure it took you some time to get yourself ready for tonight.”
That was really rude. Well, maybe he meant it as a compliment; at least I hope he meant it as one.
She took her seat and couldn’t help but notice that Richard had waited until she was seated before he took his seat. They both had grown awkwardly silent as Jane looked over the menu while Richard just sat there and watched her.
After what had seemed like a few minutes, Richard broke the silence and asked, “So, Amanda told me you really don’t get out much. Why not?”
“Wow, she said that? It’s not that I don’t get out much. It’s just that I really prefer to stay in rather than go out to bars and clubs and all those stupid places people go. It’s really just a waste of money and time. The guys there are just creeps that only want one thing, and I’m not that kind of girl. I’d rather just stay at home doing things that I actually enjoy instead of pretending to be someone that I’m not,” she said, surprised that such an honest answer came out.
“Jane, I really didn’t need your whole life story. Come on, I mean we just met.”
“I just thought I was answering your question, Richard. If you didn’t want an honest answer then don’t ask a question like that,” she responded defensively.
“I really don’t appreciate you getting so angry about such an easy-going conversation. Calm down. You really seem like a nice girl.”
She didn’t really understand what had happened during the conversation. What’s his deal? I thought he would actually be interested in what I had to say since we are on a date. She noticed that some of the other diners started to look over at both of them. She started to feel anxious. I can get through this. Just one date Jane, you’ve got this.
Taking a deep breath she asked him, “What do you do for a living?”
“I work for a small marketing firm as the vice president. What about you?”
“I work at Bourke’s Books as the shift manager. It’s the most I’ve ever had at a job. I really love it.”
“Oh that’s adorable. I love that bookstore; I shop there all the time. I’m a big reader when I get the chance; I assume you are too then?”
“Yeah, I’m constantly reading and finding the most interesting books. What’s your favorite genre? I personally love realistic fiction, more young adult stuff right now.”
“So I really hope you don’t mind, but I already ordered us some salads to start us off,” he said, not having noticed what she just asked him.
“No, that’s fine I guess. Richard, do you have any hobbies?”
He motioned for the waitress to come over and ignored what Jane said completely. Wow, what is his deal?
The waitress hurried over carrying what looked like salads with her. She sat them down in front of Jane and Richard. He leaned over to the waitress as she sat his salad down, and said in a hushed tone barely audible, “See? How hard was that? If you had only done what I requested the first time…”
The waitress smiled at Richard, obviously annoyed and walked away. Jane finally then put two and two together. He had been the one that had caused a scene earlier about the food. This guy must have some real problems. I can’t believe Amanda would do this to me.
“Thank you so much for ordering us these chicken Caesar salads. They’re actually my favorite. How did you know, Richard?”
“They’re your favorite too? I just can’t believe how much we have in common. This date is going so much better than I even expected.”
Jane felt herself growing more anxious each time Richard opened his mouth to say anything. It was just that he was so back and forth with his emotions and responses to things that made her uneasy. She hoped that since they had some food in front of them that Richard wouldn’t talk as much. Just as she picked up her fork to start eating her salad, Richard reached over and slapped her fork down on the table. She gasped and instinctively scooted back from the table.
“Now, Jane, it’s rude to start eating when I’m talking to you. You should really give someone your undivided attention. Hasn’t anyone ever taught you manners?”
“Richard, you weren’t even talking, and I have been listening to you this entire time,” she said, a little uncomfortable.
“Fine, whatever. I can see that you’re really not serious about this relationship.”
She wasn’t sure what exactly was going on, but she wasn’t really looking for a relationship, especially after one date. She felt her anxiety starting to get the best of her. She knew she needed an escape to at least calm down so she could process all that had happened. She thought quickly and said, “I’m going to run to the bathroom real quick. I’ll be right back.”
“Really? I don’t need to know things like that. Now that’s disgusting. Just don’t be long, otherwise your salad will be ruined.”
“Yes, Richard. What ever you say Richard,” Jane said not hiding the sarcasm in her tone.
“Now that’s more like it. Thank you. You may go. Just hurry back,” Richard said genuinely, not having caught her sarcasm at all.
She pushed herself away from the table and grabbed her purse. She hurried towards the bathroom and tried her hardest not to fall into an anxiety attack along the way. Jane slipped her hand into her purse and grasped her crochet hook tightly in her hand. She immediately relaxed just a little and pushed towards the bathroom.
Right before she got to the bathroom someone that appeared to be the manager stopped her, “Miss are you okay? You look a little shaken up.”
Well guys, I really hoped you liked the bit more that I shared of my short story! Next time on creative writing with Collinswoah13 you’ll be getting the end! Please let me know what you think of things so far and what you think will happen.
Like I always say, stay classy and stay sassy friends 😉 Write at y’all Wednesday 😀