You and your…date…were sat awkwardly at an outside table of a restaurant. You both stared awkwardly down at your drinks, each taking sips when your minds almost made you speak.

Until, Tim, the man your friend had set you up with, finally spoke. “Look, you seem nice and all, so I probably should just tell you the truth.” You quickly pulled your drink from your lips, nodding. “I let Lucy set us up tonight because she made me a bet.”

You sighed, “And, uhm, you want her to lose.”

“No, I want me to win.” His answer had a smile cracking through your pursed lips.

Your head cocked to the side as you smiled sweetly at him. “Being here with me isn’t a win?” Your sickly sweet smile turned into a sly grin as he let his own smirk escape.

“Maybe a little.”