V. Margaritas

lisiagho

by lisiagho

Story
2020 – 2022

Get a grip. You don’t even know his name.

I take a seat. “Thanks. You do too.”

It’s an understatement. If I’m being honest, he’s physically more my type than any date I’ve ever had. And I haven’t had a date in a really, really long time.

He slides the remaining cocktail and the menu across to me. “I got us margaritas, I hope you don’t mind. Are you hungry?”

My heart flutters. Him being nice and considerate is throwing me off my game.

“In what way?” I ask, keeping my expression innocent.

He blinks a few times and then he smiles wryly. “I wasn’t talking about dessert.”

I grin and flip through the menu. “See anything you like?”

“I trust that everything’s perfectly delectable.” His expression is as innocent as mine.

“Everything?”

“Everything.” This time, he lets his gaze dip down to my dress.

My bravado wavers and I reach for my margarita, licking the salt off the edges before taking a swig. It burns my throat and my face feels hot. I’ve never really partied or drank and I think it shows. I should probably eat something but I have no appetite. I put down the menu and order more alcohol.

“This round’s on me,” I say, but he bats my hand away.

“Nope. Not today.”

When I arch a brow, he pretends not to see. I decide to pick my battles and continue to shamelessly flirt with him instead. After two more drinks, he finally bites.

© lisiagho 2023-08-31

Genres
Novels & Stories
Moods
Hoffnungsvoll, Adventurous, Lighthearted, Funny
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