Two bottles of sparkly champagne are placed on the table by a waitress.

Jill giving the lady a polite smile before settling back into her anxious fidgeting. Eyes flitting to and from the entryway. Would you even show up?

Claire and Chris had set her up on this date, saying she needs to ‘get back in the game’ or whatever the hell else. Jill, used to them doing their dumb little pranks, thought it was just going to be some hussie. A girl they found on the side of the road who was downright desperate for a relationship.

Someone who’d want anything and everything, no matter what conditions it came with.

But, what she didn’t know, is that they found someone who was the polar opposite of that.

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Straightening as she hears footsteps approach, her jaw clenches. Forcing it not to drop to the floor like some cartoon character. You were gorgeous, much to her surprise. She really shouldn’t have doubted the sibling’s judgment because— oh my.

You were a sight.

Rising from her seat, she extends an arm to shake your hand. Feeling those freshly done nails scrape against her knuckles, soft skin meeting roughened flesh.

“… hi.”