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The First Date (fiction)

I am sitting in a cab, holding a scarf to my face. I have a broken tooth, and my mouth is bleeding. There are a few dark red drops of blood on my white shirt. And there is a very pretty lady sitting next to me.

This is not how I imagined my first date with her.

I had noticed her on the first day of college. She seemed different and aloof. Lost in her own thoughts. It took me two months to finally ask her out.

I planned the date carefully. Reserved a table in a nice restaurant, borrowed a sport coat from my roommate, bought flowers. The hostess told us that our table would be ready in 15 minutes. We ordered two glasses of wine while we waited for our table to be ready, and walked to the balcony overlooking the city. She kept her phone on the balustrade.

I saw the phone slide down towards the drop. I jumped to catch before it could fall, slipped and hit my mouth on the edge of the balustrade.

So here we are. On the way to the dentist. I am in pain, and in love.

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