After showering and drying my hair, I must've spent at least one hour choosing what to wear. I ended up wearing a simple, large, blue top with flower-printed, baggy shorts and white heels. After placing my hair in a bun with a white ribbon, I ran outside, towards the metro station. That was when it hit me. This is not a real date. What if he notices that I put a lot of effort into this outfit? My whole plan of wanting to seem uninterested will fail completely. I glanced at my wristwatch. Never mind, I don't have time to go back now. I rushed into the train as the doors were threatening to close, sighing out in relief.
As I walked out in the street, I wondered what would happen if I didn't go on this date. It's not like I hate the idea of it, but at the same time, I know this is just anot
