Morning all. We’ve reached the mid point of the week. I think I am excited for this week as it is the last planning week of th novel writing challenge and I am eager to get started with the writing now that the planning part is almost done. Soon, soooooon. For now, we have the morning prompt. So timers set and off we go.
I like the set up of a completely self absorbed blind date. I think something needs to happen at the restaurant that only she sees though. Not sure what. I think that will be a lunch time think.
Wednesday, February 25th: The car smelled new.
The car smelled new. She inhaled drawing it in. ‘Yup, new,’ she thought.
In addition, the dash had no dust on it. Given the dirt roads crisscrossing the county and the fact that the weather was nice enough to drive with the windows open the lack of dust was a minor miracle.
‘He could have cleaned it before picking me up,’ she thought.
She turned to look at her date for the evening and smiled slightly. He was dressed for work and hadn’t taken the time to change. She suspected he hadn’t taken the time to clean the car either.
‘Maybe he cleaned the car before,’ she thought giving him the benefit of the doubt. As the windows were currently rolled down as they drove into town she knew he wasn’t the sort to keep them rolled up even when the weather was nice.
Not for the first time she wondered why she agreed to go on this blind date her friend Trina arranged.
‘Keep the peace mostly, I suppose,’ She thought. Trina was convinced that she and Alex would hit it off. Thus far, she wasn’t certain. Alex picked her up in the new car and after she said hello and followed him out to said new car, he hadn’t stopped talking.
During the ten minute drive into town he covered, his job, his background and was now regaling her with stories of his past sporting achievements. He paused as they pulled up in front of the restaurant.
“Baseball and football?” she asked sensing he finally needed input from her. “Impressive.” He grinned.
They got out of the car and went into the restaurant. It was, more accurately speaking, a café, but once night fell they added table cloths to the Formica tables and switched up their menu. Even the wait staff shifted from the café uniforms to black trousers and white shirts. It was only a partial metamorphosis as the walls were left alone.
She wondered if there would be a topic shift or if Alex would bother asking her any questions once they were seated. It started off promising. They looked at the menus and he took a break from his constant stream of chatter. When their waitress arrived he ordered for both of them and then looked at her with a smile.
“I know you will love it, trust me,” he said. She smiled and handed the menu to the waitress. Alex then explained how he was one of those super tasters and had an amazingly refined palette. His stories switched to tales of him proving how superior hos palate was as they waited for their meal.
She smiled and nodded, occasionally making a small one word comment when it seemed appropriate. ‘At least we have shifted away from sports.’
Her relief was short lived. As the plates arrived, Alex left off talking about his refined palate and began telling her about his fantasy football team.
Ten til Midnight 