A Simple Night

I really have no idea what I’m getting at with this. I’m trying to display awkwardness between two characters, the paranoia that seems to plague the inexperienced when it comes to dating.


A Simple Night

“I found a place I think you might like,” said the boy to his date.

“What’s it called?” she asked, excitedly.

“You’ll see.”

It wasn’t their first date. He knew all of her favorite spots, and they’ve been too all of them. He sensed her getting bored, so he wanted to bring some excitement into their relationship. He didn’t have a car to pick her up in, but she didn’t mind. She’s a fan of walking, and new york city is the perfect place to walk because everything is close by.

“It’s a nice night tonight,” she said, braking the ice.

“It is,” he responded without looking at her, not noticing she was trying to make some kind of connection.

“Is there something wrong?” she asks.




“No reason.”

“We’re here,” he says excitedly.

“This place?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Why’d you ask like that then?”

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t you like trying new things?” he asks, beginning to get worried.


“Well, this is a good place. I’ve come here before. We’ve passed by it together too”

“I didn’t think you’d take me here though.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. Forget it. Let’s go in.”

They moved through the crowd in front, watching where they stepped. She sensed that they were in a place where they didn’t belong. Like a gentleman, he seated his date on the rickety wooden chair that could collapse at any second. When she sat, the chair settled into place, frightening her. He laughed.

“This the girl you were telling me about?”

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” he asked their waiter.

“Don’t say that!” his date pleaded. “Not in public.”

“We’re having the turkey,” her date said to the waiter, without her permission.

“Are we?” she asked.


“Are you?” asked the waiter.

She caved and said yes. Less than fifteen minutes later, the food came out. They didn’t say much to each other during the wait. Their waiter sensed the awkwardness of the date and tried to liven them up, but realized there was no way it would go well. He watched them from behind the bar, prepping the food for the people waiting outside in the cold.

“You were right,” his date admitted after too long of a silence.

“What about?”

“The food. It’s good.”

“Is the mustard too hot for you?”


“Oh,” he said while chewing his food. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Why are those people waiting outside? It’s cold out there.”

“I don’t know,” he said, immediately going back to his food.

Their waiter came back with water, asking how the food was. The boy’s date asked him why the men were waiting outside instead of inside, but the waiter just looked at her and went back to the counter. There was some kind of secret her date and the waiter were keeping from her. She wanted to know, but she didn’t want to go out of her way. She just wanted the night to be over.

While she was getting ready, before they got to the restaurant, she made a promise to herself that she’d try to be more outgoing. She really enjoyed this new guy’s company, but she had trouble trying to talk to him. When they walk through parks, they’d find the perfect spot under trees and just sit there in silence. Not an awkward silence, though. She was comfortable. Words weren’t necessary. His warm embrace was all she needed.

“You haven’t touched you’re food.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You just said you liked it.”

“I do.”


“I want to go somewhere else.”

“Where?” he asked. His agitation began to show in his voice.

“To the park.”

“It’s late,” he said. “It’s not safe.”

“I just want to hold you.”

“I just want to enjoy a meal with you. Just one.”

“Please?” she asked, desperate to leave.

“Fine, go wait outside. I’ll pay the guy at the counter.”

She waited outside and the guys were still outside. They asked her how she like the meal and she said it was fine. She wanted to ask why they were outside, but couldn’t. If they were judging her, she’d rather not know. It would be too horrifying to find out, so instead, she dropped the whole situation, if there was even a situation to begin with. She looked back inside and saw her date point to her while he was talking to their waiter. The waiter smiled at her, which made her feel a little better. A smile goes a long way with her. She just wished she could express this to him without him judging her.



He tried to take her hand, but she pulled it back.

“Not yet,” she said, hoping he’d understand. He took it anyways.

“You like me a lot.”

“I do,” she responded, almost quizzically, mainly because she didn’t know how to respond.

“Why don’t you show it?”

“I don’t know. I have a hard time talking to people.”

“I know.”

“So why are you with me? You’re upset with me,” she said, attempting to convince him to leave her.

“I like you–more than you think.”

“But why do you put up with me?”

“Do you want me to leave?”


“Then stop.”

She stopped, surprised. He looked at her and smiled, knowing that’s all she ever wanted. She finally smiled back and wrapped herself around his arm. She randomly asked if he knew the people standing in the cold before. He said he didn’t, but they seemed okay. She agreed and stopped herself from dragging it out further.

Instead, she asked, “What was the name of that place again?”

“McSorely’s,” he said, surprised she actually cared. “It’s famous.”

“Is it?” she asked.


“Interesting. Here’s the park.”

They found the perfect spot and held each other, without saying a word for the rest of the night. He took her home and tried to invite himself in.

“Another time, if you play your cards right.”

He smiled and walked home. She smiled and slowly shut the door, telling him to text her when he got home.

He did.




2 Comments Add yours

  1. The Kat's Meow says:

    One of my faves thay you’ve written 🙂 now if only I could have a date like that hah !


    1. thanks kathy! means a lot coming from you. you’ll get one soon enough, don’t worryy.


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