Third Date Jitters

Lena set the table like it was tryouts for a rom-com, heart jackhammering. Third date, Sophie on the way. She kept checking if the wine glasses looked fancy enough or just looked like she was trying too hard. Sophie walked in looking like trouble on heels, and that’s when shit went sideways. Lena bolted between stove and table, forgot salt, burned the sauce, lied about it being fine, and practically raced back in circles while Sophie just smirked from her chair. The grand finale came when Lena grabbed the pitcher, over-tilted, and dumped a lake of ice water straight down Sophie’s front. The dress went see-through on contact. Lena froze, started stammering sorry over and over, but Sophie yanked her in by the collar and kissed the apology right off her tongue. Lena tasted salt, then heat, and the whole clumsy night suddenly felt like foreplay instead of failure. She quit talking and started pulling that wet fabric higher, both of them already past apologies.