Like, On A Date?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium


A short story written for the Imaginarium members flash writing challenge.

Submitted: January 09, 2018

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Like, On A Date?

Did we take a wrong turn somewhere?” That was all I could think when he led me along a street full of fashionable and expensive restaurants.

He’d asked me out for a date at last. Took him long enough to get round to it, mind you; he’s been sharing glances with me for weeks.

Then, he finally walked up to me, started talking about our last English class, then suddenly blurted out, “Would you like to come out with me on Saturday?”

I guess he wondered what he was in for when I replied, “Like, on a date, you mean?”

But he’d smiled, nodded shyly, then said, “Of course.”

Sure!” I could feel the extent of my smile, pretty embarrassing when I think about it.

I’ll pick you up at 8o’clock.”

Where are we going to go?” I asked, too late though, as he’d disappeared in amongst the crowd of other students.

And so I’d fretted about what to wear. Something comfortable and casual for the cinema, something sporty for bowling or something like that. The idea that I’d need to dress up hadn’t even entered my mind. We were poverty stricken students after all.

So now I am feeling very under-dressed, in my chain-store shirt, skirt and jacket. Not to even mention the sneakers I was wearing on my feet.

I can’t go in there!” I said.

Why?”

Well, look at me. This is the posh end of town. The pricey end of town. The place where everyone dresses up to go to.” And to support my words a handsome couple walk past us and go through the door. Just her bag cost more than my entire wardrobe.

His face fell. He’d wanted to impress me, but I was pretty sure he couldn’t really afford it either. Although he was wearing a suit, it was one that had obviously seen better days and his car didn’t scream out ‘Wealth’ either.

Can we go somewhere else? Please?”

He shrugged, perhaps secretly relieved. “Where would you like to go?”

Yes! And I knew just the place. “If we turn around, head back the way we came, I know this excellent burger bar....”

Aren’t I going to be a bit over-dressed?”

I looked at him, studied him from all angles and smiled. I undid the top three buttons of his shirt, turned back the cuffs on his jacket and as a final touch, scrunched up his hair. “No. I think you’ll do just fine,” I said, climbing back into the passenger seat, ready to give directions.


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