your conclusion this evening is that you now hate tinder. because right now you're on the worst date of your life.

lucas, as the guy introduced himself, was nothing at all. he had no manners, he slurped and interrupted you every time you was about to talk. everything inside you screamed that you needed to leave as soon as possible.

but how? the restaurant was outside the city, you didn’t have your driver license yet and you had to wait for a taxi for more than half an hour.. scrolling through the contacts on your phone while lucas went to the restroom, you didn’t even find anyone you could send a message.. except, of course, him.

with a heavy sigh, you opened the contact and sent a short “can you pick me up? [address]". you didn’t have to wait long for an answer, he sent a short “?” back and later said that he was already on his way.

when he arrived at the restaurant, you saw him - matthew, damn, sturniolo. it’s not that he was your worst enemy, no, but you had a huge hatred for each other. but at the same time, he was the only one who could give you a ride home.

after looking you up and down, matt smirked and asked sarcastically, “so are you going to stand here or are you finally going to get in the car?”