"Hello. It's lovely to see you."
"Oh, hi! I- It's nice to see you too."
Feet shuffle; shy smiles are shot at each other.
"Well, should we...?"
They enter the doors of the restaurant, give the reservation name, and are seated.
The small candle in the middle of the tablecloth has already been lit.
"I don't know, I kind of like it."
"Oh, I do too, I just meant- that wasn't supposed to be as bitter as it sounded, I'm not..."
"I know, I was just- I suppose I was just saying..."
The conversation trails off. The candle flickers.
The waiter comes and smiles at each, asking if they were interested in getting any drinks.
They look at each other as if for reassurance.
"Oh, I- I would like a glass of...however you pronounce this."
"I'll have the same."
Glances are exchanged; a hint of smile?
The waiter walks off.
"Well. I suppose we should talk about something."
"I suppose we should."
Fingers drum on the table; someone’s leg is bouncing.
Broken conversation is made—nothing too monumental, just enough to highlight the awkwardness that each of them are feeling. It mostly revolves around food.
“What are you thinking of getting?”
“I’m not sure. There’s a few things that look good.”
Menu pages are turned slowly as each option is taken in.
"So...what do you like to do?"
"Oh, I just...I mean, what sorts of-- I mean, do you like to...what do you like to do?"
"Oh. Well, I suppose-"
The waiter returns. Glasses are set down, orders are taken. He leaves again.
"What you ordered sounds good."
"I agree. That's why I ordered it."
A cheeky smile flashes. They grin at each other for a bit.
I think at least part of the reason I'm afraid of the future is because I'm afraid of fire.
Everyone always says, "Follow your passions! Do what you're passionate about!" but what...
They pull her close and whisper in her ear,
"You are worthless. You are weak. You are alone.
This pain? It will never go away. You deserve this.
No one likes you anyway. They judge...
You're going to go so far
And succeed in ways you wouldn't believe.
But sometimes I wish that, in order to get there...
You didn't have to leave.
Facebook tells me that you're online.
I leave the tab open while I work...just in case.
The Tiny Story, as editted by wirrow, says
"The angel embraced him gently
As he broke free from the demon's clenching claws"
I was thinking...what if the demon had a stereotypically...
Sometimes my friends invite me to go places, and I don't go. It's not that I don't like hanging out with them, because I do. It's just that sometimes I...get scared? Let...
I'm really insecure about my body. Like, I hate my stomach and my legs and my arms and even my face. I don't like how my massive thighs make my feet look really small, or how...
We're not even going on a date. It's just coffee.
But look at me. I'm sitting here, painting my nails for you. I've had my outfit planned out since yesterday and I'm painting my...
For some reason, passion in my mind has become something to be made fun of. I don't know why this is, and I wish it didn't happen, but now I'm afraid of showing passion for theatre...
Maybe it's just "that time of month" or something, but I was an emotional wreck today.
I was standing on the beach close to tears because near me, there was a younger boy playing in...
Today is graduation for my school and I'm on the way to the beach. I told my friends I would go to their graduation but it got postponed last night because of rain and now I'm in...