Okay so I’ve been trying to stick to a regular Tuesday and Friday upload schedule for this blog but I didn’t have a book review to post, so instead I thought I’d post another piece of flash fiction.
Originally I wrote this trying to break into the woman’s magazine fiction scene but I could never get it to fit the guidelines so I posted it on Wattpad. Unfortunately nobody really read it there, (chicklit is not my usual genre of choice), so I took it down. I done a few minor adjustments before posting it here, I hope you enjoy!
As usual the Snack Stop Café was packed with the lunchtime rush of shop and office workers. The aroma of the day’s special, Chicken Korma reached Kylie’s nose. She was so hungry she could have eaten everything on the menu plus a chair or two. Perhaps even a table.
It was all because of this stupid blind date Amber, her best friend, had set up. She claimed Kylie needed to ‘get her back in the game’ whatever that meant. All Amber would tell her about him was his name; Alexander. It was an intimidating name, not Alex or Al but the whole Alexander. She immediately tried to back out but Amber wasn’t taking it.
“But he’s perfect for you,” Amber pleaded. “Do you know how long I’ve been working on setting you two up?”
Immediately Kylie felt annoyed and guilty at the same time. Yes, she’d been making excuse after excuse to get out of the date yet she didn’t want to let her best friend down…but what if he looked like Piers Morgan?
So much to her chagrin, she let Amber drag her shopping to find the perfect outfit to dazzle him into ignoring all obvious her flaws. Kylie had spotted it right away. The ideal shade of purple that made her eyes look more blue than grey, her pale skin glow and brought out the golden highlights in her otherwise mousy brown hair. Only one minor problem, it was a little bit too tight and the last one in the shop. She was determined to drop a few pounds but only had three days to do it.
So she dieted and exercised and drank green tea until it came out of her ears all for tonight. She had to admit her skirt did feel a little looser.
Her stomach rumbled.
“Whoa,” said the man who had just appeared next to her. “Is there a bear in here?”
She turned to face him. A large pair of glasses and a cheesy grin met her. He wore a novelty PAC-Man t-shirt and skinny jeans more suitable to a twenty-something than the almost pushing forty as he was. More annoyingly he was lean, in a I-can-eat-what-I-want-and-not-get-fat-kind-of-way.
God I hate him.
Kylie rolled her eyes at him and returned to the menu.
He wasn’t giving up
“Kylie?” He said reading the name tag her boss at the bank insisted she wear. “Were you named after Kylie Minogue by any chance?”
Maybe if I ignore him, he’ll go away, she thought.
No such luck.
“So, what’s good here, apart from the gorgeous company, of course.”
“Look I’m really not in the mood for your bad chat up lines, so just move along,” she snapped.
“Okay,” He put his hands up in mock surrender, “if I don’t chat you up, can recommend something good to eat? It’s my first time here.”
“Oh,” Kylie pursed her lips feeling a little bad for snapping at him. “The burgers are good.”
“Or the ham and cheese panini.”
“Or the tuna bake.”
“Okay, that’s a lot of choices,” he snapped his fingers. “I tell you what, I’ll just have what your having.”
“You’ll be disappointed, I’m probably going to have the chicken salad.”
Kylie’s stomach rumbled again even louder.
“Is there a reason you’re starving yourself?”
“I have a date and this dress. It’s a little small…”
“Does the dress have magical powers?”
“Then why can’t you wear another one?”
“Well, if I was your date, I prefer if you didn’t look like you were about to gnaw my arm off.”
“As oppose to a date that was bursting out of her dress?”
“I’m not opposed to that,” he said winking.
Kylie stifled a smile. She looked at him again, properly this time, behind the glasses were a pair of warm brown eyes and his smile wasn’t as cheesy as she first thought.
“Sorry, flirting. Won’t happen again,” he smiled, not sounding remotely sorry.
“I’ll make you a deal, you eat anything you like and if your idiot of a date doesn’t find you utterly irresistible,” he grabbed one of the café’s menus and wrote something on it, “here’s my number. Do you know, you really do have beautiful eyes, when you’re not rolling them at me, that is. So sorry, flirting again.”
Kylie felt bloated. After her mystery lunchtime friend had left she’d eaten a burger, chips, a muffin topped off by a chocolate milkshake. Now, she was sitting in at a table in the fancy restaurant that Amber had picked for her date, fidgeting with the hem of the black dress she’d hastily pulled on after the purple one didn’t fit.
Damn that stupid man, she thought
His number was still crumpled in the front pocket of her handbag. She just checked on it five minutes ago to make sure it hadn’t disappeared.
She turned round to see her lunchtime friend dressed in a grey suit had taken the seat opposite her.
He actually looking like an adult, a debonair, James bond kind of…then she caught a sight of his socks. They were bright green with dinosaurs on them.
“What are you doing here? Actually doesn’t matter I’m waiting for my date.”
“That would be me.”
“You? You’re Alexander?”
“I prefer Xander if that’s all right with you.”
“Okay Xander,” she replied, her voice laced with disdain.
She grabbed her bag, getting up.
Xander grabbed her hand. It felt warm and soft.
“Okay, confession time,” he said nervously, “I kind of followed you to the café, I mean, not here. You see I’ve never been on a blind date and I was nervous…”
“So you stalked me?” She snapped pulling her hand away from his.
“You call it stalking I call it research,” He replied cheekily.
Kylie’s mouth dropped open.
“I can’t believe you just said that.”
“So, is this the dress?” he said trying to change the subject.
“Oh what, no, it didn’t fit.”
“I really wanted to see you burst out of it.”
She raised an eyebrow, trying to stifle a smile.
“You look really pretty when you smile. Sorry flirting won’t happen again.”
“Isn’t flirting what you’re meant to do on a date?”
“So, you aren’t going to storm out of here and tell everyone you know that I’m some sort of weirdo?”
She hesitated a little. “The night is young.”
Xander’s stomach growled.
“Whoa, is there a bear in here?” Kylie said repeating his words from earlier.
She looked at Xander as they sat back down and thought;
I may not have been wearing the prefect dress but who needs perfect anyway?
© LJ Cassidy
The picture is not my own.