Today's #fridayflash is prompt-inspired from this website here. The prompt is in bold.
I smoothed my hand over my skirt for the fifth time. Blind dates made me nervous, but something about this date with Marvin put me on edge. He was handsome with these attentive blue eyes the color of the ocean. I could swim in such eyes. Strong jaw, defined cheek bones, seriously model or Greek god handsome.
Why couldn’t he find a date on his own?
My co-worker said that her friend needed a good time. She didn’t really elaborate. I assumed he’d gotten out of a bad relationship and needed to get on the bike again. Marvin told me he hadn’t dated in a while, but he didn’t talk like his former relationships had ended badly. Of course, we hadn’t talked that much. Our entrees hadn’t even arrived.
He smiled at me. His perfect straight teeth made me want to hide my own.
“Um, so if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be right back.” I stood, pushing the chair back with my legs.
He rose as well, such the gentleman. “I hope you’re not skipping out of me.”
I laughed. “Not at all. I’ll be right back.”
He nodded to me.
I smiled and put an extra sashay in my step as I walked away. A quick peek back and I knew he was watching my every move. Maybe the guy had some bad luck finding a girlfriend. Perhaps I could fit that bill.
After I freshened up, I returned to the table to find our entrees have arrived. He hadn’t touched a bite of his food, and my heart sang that he waited on me. It was so sweet. Marvin came around and held the chair for me to sit. “Thank you.”
“It’s nothing. Shall we?” He motioned to the plates.
“Yes.” I ate the steak salad a bit more heartily than I normally would have on a blind date. The nerves sped up my motions, but something about it tasted not quite right. I couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but after a while, I just didn’t pay much attention to it until my vision doubled. I was going to puke.
“I ... I—” Vomit spewed over the table and all over his perfect shirt. A piece of half-digested salad dangled from his chin. Heat flashed over my face, and I couldn’t tell if I was flushed from being sick or burning from embarrassment. Poor guy! He would probably never go on a blind date again. Me either.