Anxious

It's not that hard, right? See a girl. Chat her up. Ask her out. Simple as pie really. At least he thinks it's supposed to be. To most of the guys he knows, it's as easy as that. No pressure. Nothing to worry about. It's all bullshit.

Jake sits, his fingers idly toying with the napkin that sits in front of him. A simple, paper napkin with the logo etched on it. There's nothing fancy about it. You can tell a lot about a restaurant based on the napkins. Maybe he should have picked some place nicer. A place with a cloth napkin. Is that what's best? Should a first date be casual? When planning, he thought so. Casual means more relaxed, less pressure. No chance of losing his breath when he sees her in a dress - damn, seeing her in a dress would have been great. Next time. If there's a next time. Hopefully there's a next time. Shit, don't panic.

"What can I get you?" The voice comes out bored, strained as if this is a tremendous task, being forced to walk all the way over here just to get a drink order. Colin - that's his name, according to the faded name tag anyway. The fact that his name tag's faded can't be a good sign. It means Colin's been here too long, waiting tables. At least he's got a job, at least he's currently not sitting at a table counting down the minutes until she arrives. Why did he decide to get here 15 minutes early again?

The sight of Colin's bored face reminds Jake that he is supposed to speak. "Coke." With a nod, Colin spins around, walking away from the table.

10 minutes and counting until she's here. Can the sight of her walking through a door count as a moment of truth? Right now, Jake thinks anything is possible.

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When's a good time to arrive? Early is best, it has to be, but not too early that she gets there first. Call her old fashioned, but Olivia thinks the guy should be there first. He should also make the first move. There's nothing wrong with a woman taking charge, but for Olivia, at least at first, the guy should do it.

She runs her fingers through her blonde hair, messing with the part for the third time now - center, to the right or to the left? The car mirror isn't the best thing in the world to work with, but right now it's all she's got. Okay, hair's fine. Next up: make up. Olivia tilts her head back slightly, trying to catch as much of the light from the mirror as she can. She smiles, checking to make sure her red lipstick covers all of her lips without running over onto her skin or teeth. Red lipstick might be a touch too much, but it makes her feel bold. There's something about it that screams bold, fierce, sexy. It's perfect for any occasion, whether decked out in t-shirt and jeans or a dress.

Crap, should she have worn a dress? He's not a friend. He's a guy who asked her out. You wear, hell you wear whatever when you are out with friends. A dress is more of a date thing, even if it is a casual dress. She should've gone with that. Olivia sighs, glancing down at her wardrobe choice. It took her around six outfits to get this right, although she's having second thoughts about that now. Dark, skinny jeans paired with a blue shirt with a slight V-neck, but nothing that would suggest she's only there for one reason. Not that there is anything wrong with that reason - just focus on the task at hand, Olivia. One thing at a time.

Olivia takes a deep breath, calming herself down before exiting the car. It's five minutes until the date actually starts, but if she sits in that car for a second longer, Olivia's sure she will go insane. All she has to do is walk through the door and find him. It's not that hard, right? Of course once you tackle that part there is the entire date to get through, but for some reason the waiting and the first moments seem like the worst.

Or are they the best?