“Nice place, right?” My date asked before I had fully sat down. He flashed me a smile that was supposed to be charming but his veneers were slightly too big for his mouth and threw the whole thing off.
It was the first question he’d asked me - including the half-hour ride over there – since we’d met. Not to say that it had been silent during all that. On the contrary, he’d managed to fill the silence just fine without me.
The date was already a disaster and we’d only just sat down for dinner.
He’d been gentlemanly enough to offer to pick me up but when he’d arrived, he’d greeted my passing-by father before even looking at me. Not that I’d put a whole lot of effort into my appearance – just enough to look like I was giving it the college try for my father – but I was still annoyed.
