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He had been the first alpha I had danced with at the Ball. It was nice to be able to put a face, and body, with the memory. Tall with perfectly tousled brown hair and wide, bright eyes. He wore a sweater tonight with khakis and shoes with a non-slip sole. Very sensible in this weather.
“I thought we’d have some dinner and talk to get to know each other, if that’s alright with you?” he asked, nodding into the dining room.
“That sounds lovely. The food here smells delicious.” I followed him toward a table.
He turned back and smiled. “Have you been here before?”
“Not yet, but I’ve wanted to come, so I’m glad this is where you invited me.” When we reached the table, he pulled out my chair for me before taking his own. “What about you? Have you eaten here before?”
“Yes, a few times,” he quickly glanced up at me, “but not on dates. I haven’t brought a date here before.”
I was a little surprised he was already mentioning previous dates, but it was sweet that he thought to bring me somewhere he hadn’t brought another girl before.
“Did you date much before revealing? I just never saw the point of it. What if you fell in love with someone and they revealed as a beta? That would’ve been heartbreaking.” I thought of Daphne, the omega that literally happened to at the reveal ceremony. I hoped her Season went well.
“I never thought about it much, I guess. I dated a little. Nothing serious.” He paused and set his menu down. “But I’m ready to get serious now.”
Well then.
Luckily our waitress arrived, so I didn’t have to respond to that.
Did he mean me? Was this how it worked? I definitely liked his scent, but I didn’t know him yet and certainly wasn’t ready to commit to anything.
After ordering, we started asking each other typical first date questions. I learned that he was planning to become an actuary, and when I told him I didn’t know what that was, he politely tried to explain it. I learned that he had been a Boy Scout growing up, and he thought my plan to go into philanthropic fundraising was admirable.
The conversation flowed easily, and I was having a really nice time. It helped that my lobster ravioli was divine.
After paying for our dinners, Daniel offered to walk me home. It wasn’t very late, but the sun had set, so the company would be nice.
When we got to my door, he thanked me for joining him, said a polite goodnight, and left without marking me with a hug or kiss. It was all very proper. And nice.
Anna pounced as soon as I was inside.
“How was it? You’re home early. But not as early as your date with Will, so it must’ve gone okay?”
“It was nice.”
“Nice?” Anna deflated, unimpressed with that review.
“Yes, Daniel Hart, alpha. Smells like orange juice. Future actuarian? Actuarist? I’m not sure. It was a nice evening.”
“Nice?” she repeated.
“Yes, nice! He was nice, conversation was nice, dinner was actually delicious.”
“Okay, no, you’re done with him.”
“What? Why? He was nice!”
“STOP SAYING NICE. You want the first thing you think of when you think of the love of your life, your forever mate, your other half… You want to think he’snice?”
“What’s wrong with nice?”
“Nothing at all. But I want more.”
I let out a sigh as I kicked off my heels and dropped onto our couch. “Omega Reid said we’re looking forperfection.”
“Was heperfection?” she mimicked.
