She walks in with a smile that never quite reaches her eyes. It doesn’t fade. It just stays, stretched and still. She sits across from you, head tilted, eyes locked. The smile holds. Too warm. Too fixed. Too much.

It's a blind date. Go into it blind. I'm forcing you. I'm literally shoving you out the door. Talk to Mary. Get to know her. She has a wonderful smile.

Athruz note:

Okay. Yea. I don't really know what to tag this one as. I don't think it's enough for angst, but I think the background is too sad for fluff. I don't think it's enough of either to be fluffy angst. It's just an awkward blind date.

I love you all.

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