Late for a Date - Episode 1
by Annie Rains
Happy freakin’ anniversary.
I speak these words into the void.
I roll my eyes and check my iPad’s screen.
Then I make sure the volume is up…
And that everything is working.
It is.
Where are you, Brandon?
I pull up his contact information…
And tap FaceTime again.
He isn’t answering.
The calls ends, but then…
My iPad begins to ring.
My heart lifts before it plummets.
It’s not Brandon.
Instead, my best friend’s face fills my screen.
I connect the call.
She smiles back at me.
Wow.
Makeup and straight hair.
You even have a little cleavage showing.
Hot date?
I groan.
I’m supposed to be FaceTiming with Brandon.
Today’s our one-year anniversary.
Right. I forgot.
Yeah, and it looks like he did, too.
Jemma frowns.
Long-distance relationships are hard.
I know.
Sometimes, I wish Brandon and I had gone to the same college.
Other times, like now…
I wish we were in separate countries.
You’re sure he forgot?
I lean back in my wheelie chair as I sit at my desk.
He said he’d FaceTime me…
At 6 p.m. on the dot.
I look at my cell phone.
It’s now 6:15. He’s late.
Ouch.
I blow out a frustrated breath.
This isn’t even the first time.
He was late to our first real date, too.
That’s not a good sign.
I can’t believe you went out with him again after that.
I shrug.
When he did show up…
He gave me some wildflowers he had picked.
And he had a Band-Aid on his chin.
Jemma’s face scrunches.
A Band-Aid on his chin?
That’s sexy.
She says it sarcastically.
But at the time, it kind of was sexy.
He said he was so nervous about our date…
That he cut himself shaving.
Aww! Poor guy.
I laugh at the memory.
It was the worst date.
First, he was late.
Then, he was bandaged.
And he had this horrible music playing in his car.
Country?
I shake my head.
Barbra Streisand.
Jemma’s face corkscrews now.
I laugh some more.
He sang along.
And every note was out of tune.
And yet, you went out with him again.
I shrug.
There was just something about him.
I fell hard and fast.
My iPad alerts me to another call.
That’s Brandon.
I have to go.
Have fun on your date.
She puts the word date in air quotes.
Talk to you tomorrow.
Okay.
She disconnects the call.
And then Brandon’s face fills my whole screen.
I check the time on my phone before connecting the call.
You’re 23 minutes late.
He smiles back at me.
And hello to you, too.
I huff.
You look beautiful.
Did you do your hair differently?
No.
You just haven’t seen me in a while.
That part isn’t his fault, of course.
But right now, I’m blaming him for everything.
I fold my arms across my chest…
And narrow my eyes at Brandon.
Then I notice something.
Is that a Band-Aid on your chin?
Brandon rubs the spot.
Yeah.
I cut myself shaving.
Oh no. Is it bad?
Brandon shakes his head.
I’m fine, Nurse Libby.
I’m not a nurse yet.
But blood takes priority…
In every situation.
Brandon grins.
Then he reaches to his side…
And pulls out a bouquet.
I gasp.
Wildflowers!
Your favorite.
It hasn’t been so long…
That I’d forget that.
I open my mouth to speak…
But no sound comes out.
I’m temporarily speechless.
Then I shake my head.
I’m still mad.
It’s rude to make someone wait.
Especially on our anniversary.
I agree.
I’m sorry, Lib.
It’s hard to hear him…
Because there’s loud music playing in the background.
Obnoxious music.
Is that Barbra Streisand?
The one and only.
He starts to sing along with her—
Horribly off-key.
I grimace.
Can you turn that down?
He reaches off to the side…
And the music grows softer.
It’s kind of romantic, though.
Don’t you think?
Tears prick my eyes.
No, it’s not.
Nothing about long-distance dating is romantic.
I’m so annoyed with you right now…
I could cry.
Oh, baby…
I know if I could hug you, though…
None of this would matter.
This is only temporary, remember?
Just while you’re in nursing school.
I nod.
I know.
I just wanted tonight to be special.
Me too.
You’re important to me.
Right. So important that you were 23 minutes late.
Brandon rubs his chin.
Exactly.
Each minute was torture.
For me, you mean.
And for me.
Waiting exactly 23 minutes…
To tap that FaceTime button…
Felt like forever.
What?
It was especially hard not to connect…
Every time you called me.
I shake my head.
You were late on purpose?
Yes, because I wanted to recreate…
The best first date of my life.
My mouth drops.
My heart melts.
And my eyes are blurry with tears.
Did you really cut yourself?
Brandon rubs his chin…
And yanks the bandage off.
Ouch!
Love hurts sometimes.
He grins at his stupid joke.
I laugh.
The Band-Aid was for effect.
And the wildflowers.
Just like the ones you gave me…
On our first date.
The horrible music, too.
And the even more horrible singing.
Brandon holds his heart.
Ouch. That hurts.
I smile back at him.
Love hurts sometimes.
I just wish…
I could recreate the rest.
You mean the goodnight kiss?
That was the best part.
I sigh.
Somehow, he has won me over…
All over again.
Happy anniversary, Lib.
I have one more surprise.
Oh?
Brandon holds up a finger.
Wait a sec.
Let me get it.
He disappears off-screen.
All I see are the flowers.
I wish I could hold them.
And smell them.
The doorbell rings.
I pick up my iPad.
And carry it to the door.
Brandon is still MIA on my screen.
I go up on tiptoes.
And check the peephole.
At first…
All I see are wildflowers.
Then, I see Brandon’s face.
He’s standing on the other side of my door.
He reappears on my iPad.
Are you going to let me in?
Or do I need to stand here all night?
I grin at my screen.
I was thinking I might…
Keep you waiting a while.
That would be rude.
He knows I’m only teasing though.
The truth is…
I can’t wait another second.
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