𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝐿𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 ❥❦۵ (Agent00 Fan Story)

Agent 005

As the day of our date approached, my nerves began to get the best of me. I couldn't help but feel a sense of anxiety, unsure of how the evening would unfold. However, we had both agreed to attend a drink and draw event, which seemed like the perfect way to break the ice and enjoy each other's company in a relaxed setting. The concept of sipping on a refreshing drink while engaging in the creative process intrigued me. It seemed like a unique and fun way to bond and get to know each other better. Yet, as the hours ticked by, my mind was flooded with doubts and uncertainties. Would we have enough to talk about? Would our artistic abilities impress or disappoint each other? These questions swirled in my head, intensifying my anxiety. Nevertheless, I pushed aside my worries and decided to embrace the unknown. I reminded myself that the purpose of this date was not to impress or be perfect, but rather to enjoy each other's company and have a memorable experience. With this mindset, I mustered up the courage to step out of my comfort zone and embark on this artistic adventure.

"You know what to do when she start getting that lil feeling?" Davion said.

"No, I don't," I said.

"If she down with it, what you gone do?"

"Act normal? Nigga, I don't know!"

"Don't get too tipsy. Might say some you weren't trying to," Camron advised.

"Thanks. Someone with some sense. Look guys, it's just a simple date. We are just getting to know each other and shit. I like her so far anyway," I expressed.

"Not this man in love," Davion teased.

"I'm not. I'm just trying to be nice. I'll update you guys when the date is over,"

"Okay,"

I climbed into my car and made my way to the location, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. As I drove, I couldn't shake the feeling of butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Despite my unease, I was determined to make the night a success.

I parked inside the nearest garage where no one could see me. I parked in the far back in the darkest corner. Am I trynna score tonight? No. Do I think it's gonna happen? No. Am I hoping for a kiss? Maybe. But, I'll settle for a hug. I got out of my car and headed down to the building. I texted her to let her know I'm here...I don't wanna leave her hanging. She replied with okay and said she's be standing outside.

When I made it downstairs, I saw her making small talk with another woman. She seemed engaged in the conversation, but it was time to end it.

"Hey," I greeted.

"Hey! I'm glad you were able to make it,"

"I'm happy to be here. What we doing? Painting?"

"Yes we are. We're also having a little drink, but it's not just alcohol. It's juice, soda and tea and such,"

"Oh, okay. You look good tonight,"

"You look good too. This is my first time being here and I'm excited so, let's go inside,"

"Okay,"

As the painting session commenced, I couldn't help but admit the unexpected allure of this artistic endeavor. Unlike my initial skepticism, the act of creating on canvas proved to be an enjoyable and relaxing experience. The atmosphere was serene, fostering a sense of calm and creativity. I glanced at Barbie and noticed her unwavering focus on her canvas. Her brushstrokes were deliberate and graceful, indicating a genuine investment in the activity. The combination of art, relaxation, and shared laughter transformed this first date into an unexpectedly delightful experience. The painting session became a catalyst for connection, allowing us to explore our creative sides and engage in meaningful conversation. As we dabbed our brushes and mixed our paints, I felt a growing sense of camaraderie and a newfound appreciation for the transformative power of art.

We had a couple of drinks. but nothing too hard. She burped by accident and started laughing out of embarrassment, but I told her it was okay. She showed me her painting and it was a painting of a butterfly on a hand. Looking at hers made my shit look like a fucking nightmare. 

"Let me see yours," she said.

"Nah, it's ass, man,"

"It can't be that bad. You don't have to be a perfect painter for this, you know?"

"Yo shit look better than mine. I can't compete,"

"Oh, come on, Dean. Let me see, please?"

"Ah...fine, but don't start all that laughing,"

I presented her my painting and she was trying to figure out what it was. Just by that, I know it's terrible!

"I told you it was ass,"

"What is it?" she giggled.

"It's a dog,"

"A dog?" she laughed.

"Wow! You're laughing at me!"

"I'm not laughing at you. I just didn't know what it was,"

"You're so funny for this. You set me up on this date,"

"I'm sorry," she said, smiling.

"It's cool. I forgive you,"

We wrapped up the remainder of that date finishing up another painting and then that part was finally over. Her shit was still better than mine at the end of the day and I have to give it to her.

"So, where do you wanna go now?" I asked

"I don't know,"

I was kinda hoping she had an idea because I don't have one either. Now, I feel awkward because I should have had something planned.

"Maybe we could come back to each other tomorrow and see what ideas we have,"

"Yeah, that's what it's lookin' like right now,"

"I had a lot of fun with you today, Dean," she smiled.

"You did? I had fun with you too. This was out of my comfort zone, but I managed to do well with you. I would really do this again,"

"I'm glad you liked it,"

"I loved it. Even though you were the better artist," I laughed. "Where's your car?"

"In the garage,"

"Mine too. I'll walk you to your car, if you want me too,"

"Yes. It's nice having a big strong man by my side,"

She wrapped her arm around mine and we walked to the garage. I felt a since of authority since she felt secure with me taking her to her car as if I'm a body guard. I don't know, but I liked it. Haven't had this feeling in a while, so I'm glad I get to experience this again. We made it to the third floor where her car was and mines was on the fourth floor. She had a blue Range Rover with eyelashes on the headlights.

"This is quite the decorating,"

"Don't hate," she said.

"I'm just saying," I laughed. "I can open the door for you,"

"Look at you being all nice and shit," she said, unlocking her car.

I opened the door and she smirked. She sat in the driver's seat and sat her purse aside.

"I'm pretty busy this week, but I'll find some time to hang out," She said.

"That's fine with me. Just let me know and we can go from there,"

"Alright. You can text me anytime,"

"I got you,"

"See you later, Dean,"

"See you later, Barbie,"