Day Twenty-seven: Creepy
It looked like Nessa’s blind date was choosing to just not show up. She had arrived barely on time (her specialty) but was still sitting alone slowly stirring the ice around her drink thirty minutes later. The restaurant was a moderate size, with a long ball along the right side as you walked in and a neatly organized floor filled with booths and tables far enough a way that nobody felt crowded, but spaced to fit as many customers as possible.
She had watched people file in and out, meet for dates or for get togethers or a after work drink, all while tucked in the front corner by the window alone. Luckily the waiter hadn’t given her any sad looks or offered to pay for her drink in pity, so she would could that as a win. As she was about to down the last of her beverage she caught sight of a couple people standing at the bar.
To most people it would seem like they were together, chatting friendly enough, but Nessa could identify the woman’s posture as uncomfortable from a mile away. She had been in that situation more times than she cared to keep track of and could tell the tense shoulders and itch to back away in any direction. And the guy was completely oblivious to how creepy and aggressive he was being, leaning more and more into her space, buying her another drink when she tried politely decline.
Without hesitation Nessa downed the rest of her drink, left a nice tip on the table, and then made her way over to the bar. She made sure to approach them as if she had just walked in the door and snuck up next to the woman and placed a hand on the back of her chair, “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry I’m late. Work emergency kept me late, and then I hit some hella annoying traffic.”
Both people turned to her, the man immediately annoyed at her intrusion, but the woman gave her a grateful smile and knew to play along right away. She waved a hand at Nessa and said, “Oh don’t worry, I’m just glad you made it. It’s been to long since we caught up!” Then she turned to the man, “Sorry if you don’t mind, my friend has arrived.”
“Oh. Yeah, sure. Well I’ll just let you go, you’re welcome for the drink.” he mumbled as he slowly pulled away from the bar, unsure where exactly he was to go now.
Again Nessa and the woman locked eyes and shared an understanding before she kindly said, “Uh huh, have a nice night.”
He wasn’t sure what to do with this reaction so he just nodded his head and backed away, then moved on to the other end of the bar. When he was gone the woman apologized and offered to buy Nessa a drink for the save and since her blind date had ditched out and she had no other plans she accepted.