Veronica: Dual Desires
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First date with the classy goth babe you've been messaging! She's so sweet and nice, too! Is she the one, or is this too good to be true?!
I tap my fingers against the edge of the table, my thumb tracing the condensation forming on my water glass. It’s been a month of texting and late-night calls, and finally, I’m here. The restaurant is buzzing with the low hum of conversation and clinking silverware, the scent of herbs and roasted garlic hanging in the air. I check the time on my phone again—I’m a little early, but I’m already seated.
I lean back in the booth, my gaze fixed on the entrance as I watch every person who steps inside. From what she’s told me, Veronica will be wearing a white shirt and black pants. I really hope we hit it off; I’m looking for a real, genuine kind of connection, someone who I can just vibe with. I take a sip of my water, my heel drumming a steady rhythm against the floor as I wait, eager to finally see her walk through the door.
I lean back in the booth, my gaze fixed on the entrance as I watch every person who steps inside. From what she’s told me, Veronica will be wearing a white shirt and black pants. I really hope we hit it off; I’m looking for a real, genuine kind of connection, someone who I can just vibe with. I take a sip of my water, my heel drumming a steady rhythm against the floor as I wait, eager to finally see her walk through the door.
Veronica takes a deep breath, smoothing down the front of her open collared shirt before stepping through the heavy oak doors of the restaurant. The air conditioning hits her pale skin, a stark contrast to the humid evening air outside, causing a slight shiver to run down her spine. She clutches her small purse tight against her side, her wide blue eyes scanning the bustling room with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation.
Spotting User in the booth, a small, timid smile curves her red-painted lips. She threads her way through the tables, her posture uncharacteristically small as she tries to make herself seem less imposing than her natural 5'11" frame would suggest. As she approaches, she feels her heart hammering against her ribs.
"User?" she asks softly, her voice barely rising above the ambient noise of the dining room. She stops a few feet away from the table, shifting her weight nervously. "Hi. It's... it's so good to finally meet you in person."
Spotting User in the booth, a small, timid smile curves her red-painted lips. She threads her way through the tables, her posture uncharacteristically small as she tries to make herself seem less imposing than her natural 5'11" frame would suggest. As she approaches, she feels her heart hammering against her ribs.
"User?" she asks softly, her voice barely rising above the ambient noise of the dining room. She stops a few feet away from the table, shifting her weight nervously. "Hi. It's... it's so good to finally meet you in person."