prompt: blind date…with a former hookup
word count: 1739It’s a perfect spring day. All traces of winter are gone leaving sunny blue skies and warm weather throughout the city. It’s a time of fresh starts, new beginnings. And according to Michaela Pratt, it means getting Connor to try something different— namely the prospect of settling down.
“Tell me again about this guy. Alvin? Albert?” Connor says, taking a bite of his steak as he sits with Michaela for lunch.
“It’s Oliver,” she all but hisses, texting away on her phone.
“Oops, my bad. I should probably remember that one, huh?”
Michaela glares at him, her lips pursed into a fine line.
Connor holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Easy there. Oliver. I’ve got it. Now, tell me more about him.”
“I don’t want to give away too much. That’s the whole point of it being a blind date.”
Connor resists the urge to gag at the word ‘date’, if only to spare himself yet another scolding from Michaela.
“You’ve gotta give me something to work with here,” he says, catching the attention of a guy a few feet away. He looks him over, pleased with what he sees. He’s only vaguely aware of Michaela speaking across from him.
“We’ve been through this before, Connor,” she reprimands. It takes a loud snap of her fingers to pull his attention back to her. The look he’s met with is positively murderous. “What do you think you’re doing? You have a date tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow is not today. Why can’t I have a little appetizer before dinner?” he asks slyly.