She was angry with him for being clumsy. But she didn’t know him well enough to be angry with him.

God. She could feel her pants getting soaked. Right, not that kind of wet, she thought.

Suddenly she wasn’t angry anymore. It was all quite funny if you looked at it from a certain humorous angle, and she wasn’t someone who couldn’t laugh at herself.

She reached out and accepted his hand, pulling herself close against him. His body heat was comforting.

“Kiss me quick,” she said on a whim. So that I can at least remember this as romantic.

But already she was mentally adding this to her list of disastrous first dates. Dating is just not for everyone.

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