It Started with a Blind Date

Two: Fancy

-Jeremiah's POV-
"Dude, please tell me you did not just said that." I stared at Walter.

"Yes I did. You are substituting me."

"Dude! I'm not just a substitute you can just use! I have a date-"

Walter rolled his eyes as he tossed his pink rose at me, "Jeremy, you don't do dating. You do flings. And anyway, it's just a night. My sister is the one who put my face into the blind date website thing not me. So you can't blame me if I want to quit. And anyway, didn't your sister ask whether you had a girlfriend?"

He knew that I knew of his not so subtle hint at him telling me about my sister. I knew I had to get a girlfriend soon. My mother is worried sick about me not having a girlfriend but that's not the real reason, anyway. And I knew Walter knew that.

He is, after all, my dear cousin.

My jaw clenched though when I recall why I had to. I sighed.

"Okay. Pass me the damn rose."

***

She was not what I expected, I mused, inspecting my date as I entered the restaurant before approaching her.

The restaurant is simple yet elegant; black cloth covered every table with some kind of small bouquet at the center of every table. Small candles were lit everywhere including the one that stuck in the middle of every bouquet, giving the place a romantic glow. The waitresses and waiters were moving about busily; smiling at the customers and some jotting down the customers' orders.

This place has the Jeremiah approval.

With her auburn hair and grey eyes, she was beautiful. Her tight red dress was a bonus. This night might not be so bad after all.

She was fidgeting with a napkin, tossing and folding it. Her messy chignon was completed with a jeweled studded pin. It looked nice on her.

I approached her with a smile, ready to win her over. I can do this.

"Hello; I'm Jeremiah."

She looked up and recoiled, horror in her features.

Only them I realized who she was. The auburn hair should have given her away.

No one has that auburn hair topped with grey eyes in the school.

"Hello, school's most notorious player."

Crap. Looks like my date's over.

I smiled tentatively at her and sighed as I plopped myself into the chair opposite of her, "Hello, Louisa. Fancy meeting you here."

She crossed her arms and replied, "Puns won't win me over, you pig."

I cocked my head at her, and smirk, "Pig? Is that the best you can do?" As beautiful as she is, she is starting to rub on my nerves and that made me felt uncomfortable. Normally I can smooth talk the girls. They would, after all, swoon over me and declare their undying love for me. This girl wouldn't, that I know. She's after all, the school's star student.

Her kind stayed far from my kind.

She rolled her eyes and said, "Yeah. I guess. Shall we order?"

I raised my eyebrow at her, "We're still on a date? Thought you looked like you hated my guts."

She rolled her eyes at me again as she huffed, "I still do. But I'm not going to walk of out here just because of you. As you have not noticed, I'm starving."

"I did notice. And here's your gift, my lady." I put the pink rose in front of her but she ignored my comment and studiously read her menu.

I grinned and decided to annoy her by drumming my fingers loudly on the marble table top.

She glared at me over her menu, "What do you want now?"

"Oh," I started innocently, "just-"

She gave me a sly grin and look back to the menu again.

I stared at her; or rather at the hard cover of the menu, not sure how to win her over. It is really over now though; now that I know I won't get a chance with her.

I sound weird; I know. But you guys just don't understand, I needed this chance.

Unless....

"Louisa, would you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?"