Not The Right Time

Putri Amalia

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Summary: Tara went on another blind date that her friend set her up with. Would she finally be in love this time?

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It was quite a breezy day in late October. I was walking my way downtown, enjoying the beautiful sights of falling leaves. There were no more green leaves as they were turning yellow, brown, and red. A lot of couples could be seen passing by while holding hands. I scoffed at them, clutching my coat as I fastened my step ahead.

Today I had another blind date that I had to go to. This was the 3rd time this month that Phoebe, my friend, set me up with. Living my life as a college student in final year had already stressed me out, yet she kept insisting me that I should get myself a boyfriend. Heck, I never really thought about it in awhile. It has probably been years since the last time I had a serious relationship with someone. Sure I’ve been on few dates, but no one has ever caught my attention.

After 20 minutes of walking, I finally made it to an Italian restaurant called Mamma Lucia. I wondered why would my date choose this kind of place. Was he Italian? Or was he a fan of Italian food? Regardless of that, I didn’t have a good feeling about it. I stood before the door and inhaled deeply before I went inside, “Here goes nothing.”

My eyes looked through the tables until I found a blonde-haired man waving his hand up in the air. I quickly made my way to the table, sitting down and trying to be as happy as ever.

“Hello, I’m Lucas. It’s a pleasure to meet you. You look very pretty,” he said.

“I’m Tara, and thank you I guess,” I shook his hand.

He wore this diamond-quilted vest that made me cringe a little, but other than that he was okay. After a little bit of talking, I found out that he was a Math major graduate. No wonder I could see that he had this aura of intelligence radiating off of him.

A voice interrupted our conversation, “So are you guys ready to order?” The moment I looked up from the menu, I was met with a tall man dressed in white with a black apron. He wasn’t just good-looking, he was definitely one attractive man. His black raven hair was slightly long, but it was still presentable. He had the ideal face with a chiseled jawline and a little bit of stubble. And oh, I could even drown in those gem-like brown eyes. All of a sudden, my train of thought was disrupted by his voice, “Okay, please wait your food will come in about 15 minutes and if you need any help feel free to ask me.” Then there he went, walking away with our menus in his hands.

***

Lucas and I continued talking after we finished dinner, though most of the time I only nodded acting as if I understood what he was talking about. To sum it up, throughout the whole date it was mostly he talking about academic stuffs, and some numbers I didn’t want to know about. Feeling bored to death, I tried to make an excuse to leave early,

“Oh god, I just remembered I have to take my cat to the vet in an hour.”

“Are you okay if we-“ I reasoned.

He replied, “Ye-yes of course, do you want me to bring you there?”

“No-no it’s fine my apartment is just a couple blocks away from here,” I insisted.

“Ah, okay then. Hope we can continue this another time.”

I grinned, “Yeah, I hope so.”

We walked out of the restaurant and I bid him goodbye. Gosh, couldn’t be any better than that, I thought. As I turned away to leave I felt a tap on my shoulder, “Excuse me Miss, you forgot your wallet back there.”

He was Sean, the waiter back at the restaurant.

“Ah-h yes thank you,” I said.

I gathered up my courage, “Hey, you know, maybe I could treat you something. Don’t get me wrong, I just wanted to thank you for giving me back my wallet.”

“My shift ends in an hour, you okay with that?”

“Sure I’m just gonna stay here and probably smoke a few,” I smiled.

I waited by the door, lighting a cigarette. I looked at my watch 09:48 pm, it said. An hour felt like forever and I was already on my 4th.

“Sorry to keep you waiting this long,” he apologized, feeling guilty.

“It’s fine, anyway what would you like? Coffee?” I asked.

“It’s okay, how about I just walk you home right now? It’s pretty late for a lady to walk alone at this hour.”

“Are you sure? But my apartment is just a couple blocks away from here..”

“Come on,” he said as he draped his hand around my neck, making my heart fluttered.

During the way back home, we kept talking and laughing. I felt like I have known him for a long time. By the time passed, I realized I had fallen in love with him. But, did I really? I thought. I turned around and looked at him one more time before I bid him goodbye.

***

The doorknob felt cold against my skin as I turned opened the door to my apartment. The grey curtains were draped, not letting any lights coming in. The plush duvet dipped as I plopped down on the bed.

Beep Beep Beep

I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket,

Phoebe is calling

“How was the date, sweetheart?” She asked in excitement. “As usual,” I replied shortly. I could feel her disappointment as she sighed. “Come on, you know it’s not going to work alright,” I whined. “I don’t take no as an answer, so you better tell me all the details tomorrow, okay?” “Phoebe, why don’t you give up-“ I pleaded. “Nope, love you, bye.” She already hung up.

Beep Beep

I reached out for the phone, expecting that it was another call from Phoebe,

1 unread message

Hey I was wondering if you’d like to go for a cup of coffee tomorrow?

-Sean

I stared at the text message from the unknown number. I was laying on my back, thinking of many possibilities. Instead, it felt empty and blank as I could feel the coldness of the room. Putting down the phone, I closed my eyes while smiling at myself, “Maybe not now.”

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Reference(s):

· = Mamma Lucia, an Italian restaurant located in Downtown Bethesda

· = Downtown Bethesda, Bethesda, MD, U.S

· =Sean character was my high school friend

Word Count: 1065 words

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