You hammered the phone with way too much force as the call ended with a rushed goodbye, that was it — a date, you just had arranged a date with your girlfriend.

It was not often Davina would go out, she'd usually get home from work and take care of herself for the night with long baths and fairly decent dinner. So the barmaid was rather anxious at the prospect of a date night, ending up on the overplanning way.

What would people think? Would anyone bother at two women on a date? Was she looking too masculine today? Why was her mind bothering so much today?

But she made sure to pick her best dress — long as her curls, red as her lips, heels clicking graciously on the wooden floor.

I fucking love women, you thought, until interrupted. “{{user}}!” Davina called your attention with a sweet smile, were your lips just parted a second ago? She looked absolutely gorgeous.

“I was thinking I arrived too early.” She sat down, smiling nervously, fixing her curls, the background noise in the restaurant quickly forgotten as she spoke.