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“Sure,” I reply, shrugging. She hands me her phone, and I type in my number before handing it back to her. Then she rings it, and my phone lights up.
“Now you have mine.” Her smile is contagious as she walks to the door, then looks back. “Should I pick you up?”
“No. Just tell me where and when, and I’ll make my own way there.” She nods before she leaves, shutting the door behind her.
I’m not sure this is a good idea, but I didn’t want to say no either.
She’s dressed in a hot pink dress that stops just above her knees and a pair of black heels. Her hair is styled pretty much the same way it was when I saw her earlier, but now she’s wearing pink lipstick. Her green eyes spot me as I move closer. I have on a pair of jeans, knee-high boots, and a cropped white shirt. My hair is down, and I even ran the straightener through it.
“You look beautiful,” she says, leaning in, her soft lips touching the side of my cheek before she pulls back.
“You do as well.”
Her cheeks flush, matching the color of her lips.
“Am I your first girl date?” I ask, my curiosity taking over.
She turns, walks to the restaurant door, and holds it open for me to enter. “You are. Does that bother you?”
“No, not at all. I usually don’t date. So firsts all around.”
“But I wasn’t your first woman, was I?” she asks, and her assumption is spot on.
“No, you are for sure not.” I laugh.
“Are you bisexual?” she asks, then shakes her head. “I mean, sorry, that was rude of me.” She quickly turns to the hostess and gives her name before we are escorted through to a table for two.
“I am, and you?”
“I like guys, but I like you more.”
“You don’t even know me,” I say, her interest in me after just one encounter makes my mind whirl.
“I get vibes, and your vibe is amazing. I like to be around you. It’s why I did what I did. I would have never done that in other situations.”
“What, randomly hook up?” I chuckle as we sit.
“Yes. The last woman I was with it was secret, we never dated nor went anywhere in public. We were on and off for years. We were best friends, which didn’t work out. I wish her well, but she wasn’t it. You are the only other woman I’ve been with in a long time.”
“I’ve been with many women and men,” I tell her honestly. “I haven’t done relationships.”
“I like that you said you haven’t done… that means you’re open to it.” She smiles, and I immediately feel a bit guilty. The waiter comes back right as I’m opening my mouth to elaborate. She orders a bottle of wine as he pours our water, and as soon as he leaves, I decide to put it all out there.
“I have to tell you something.” I put the menu down. “I’m getting married in a week.”
She lowers her menu, placing it gently in front of her, and looks at me in shock with those big green eyes.
“I…” She shakes her head. “I don’t understand. You don’t wear a ring.” Her gaze falls to my hand. “Why would you agree to go on a date with me if you’re getting married?” she asks in disbelief.
“Because it’s not my choice. If I had a choice, I wouldn’t marry him.”
“It’s your family?” she asks.
“Yes, you could say that.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” She reaches across the table and touches my hand, giving it a squeeze. “I know the pressure of parents. Mine don’t believe in same-sex marriage. They ignore me when I tell them I like women, they do not approve. So I get it.”
“I have to look at dresses tomorrow.”
