This is the first time I am meeting someone. Actually, this is my first date ever. I've never been on a date before.
This girl sitting across from him was sheepishly smiling when she heard him. My eyes were glued onto my phone and I was anticipating my coffee; the minute I heard "date" I looked up from my phone and my eyes locked onto this guy for two seconds. My eyes widened. I took a good look at both of them. The girl sported baby bangs and wore a hooded pullover and track pants. The guy looked like he put on the first t-shirt he laid his eyes on, un-ironed. His hair was messy. Both looked like they were in their mid-twenties. When we entered the café and took the center seats, a guy wearing a bright red t-shirt walked in and took a two-seater table just horizontally opposite to us. A few minutes later a girl walked in and joined him. Since both our seats were in the center of the floor, our voices echoed. All the tables were occupied but nobody was really talking. It was unusually quiet.