Margarita

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"So let me get this straight. You slept with that waitress from our favourite, saw her again at your work, and tried to avoid her until your co-worker swooped into the rescue by kissing you and asked you out when you confronted her about it," Christian said, summarising everything I told him.

"Yep, that's pretty much what happened," I confirmed with a sigh.

"Okay, so why did you agree to go on this date with her?"

I kept asking myself that question ever since Lisa texted me to confirm the date and what time to pick her up. I had all the right and reason to reject her and stand firm in enforcing my rules. But there I was standing in front of the mirror in my room trying to find something to wear for said date while Christian was staring at me as if I did something out of character. And honestly, he wasn't exactly wrong because this was something I would never have done with every other girl.

"It's not a date. She's just taking me out to make up for the stunt she pulled," I said.

"Mate, if a girl asks you to meet at a particular place at a particular time and spend a particular amount of time together; it's a date."

"We work together,"

"So, a friendly date then,"

I rolled my eyes and put back the shirt I was holding into my wardrobe.

"But for real though; why did you agree to this," he asked in all seriousness.

"Are you opposed to me going?" I raised an eyebrow.

"No! Not at all," he raised his hands. "It's just... this is the first time you've never rejected a girl who has taken an interest in you and I'm just trying to wrap my head around this."

"Just because she kissed me doesn't me that she's interested in me," I dismissed him. "Besides, she seemed very insistent on going on this outing with her."

"I call bullshit. The same thing happened in high school with Krystal Jung, but you stood her up. Like, imagine standing one up of the popular "It" girls in school."

"I wasn't obligated to go on a date with her."

"Yet for some strange and miraculous reason, you feel obligated to go on this outing with this specific girl? Fuck outta here."

"What are you getting at, Christian," I threw my head back with a sigh, already annoyed with his pestering.

"You're interested in this chick."

I frowned at his statement. Lisa had caught my attention when I first saw her, and I was slightly curious about her because something about her was just... mysteriously captivating. I felt like there was something more to her being an Honours student by day and an exotic dancer at night, but I often pushed these at the back of my head because I didn't know her, and I wasn't close to her. There was no way I was interested in her like that. There wasn't any convincing evidence to prove these ridiculously bold statements, at least by my standards.

"Even if I was, you know I can't sleep with people in my work life," I answered in a distant monotone. "I'm just doing this because I owe her for helping me. It's not like we'll be best of friends after this."

Christian sighed and decided to drop the subject altogether – which I was glad for. I didn't want to dwell on topics surrounding my "dating life" anyway.

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I was leaning against the hood of my car. I blew out an impatient breath through my lips and checked the time on my phone. It had only been about thirty minutes or so since I arrived at her residence block, but it felt like I had been waiting for hours and it was pretty dark outside. I'm hardly the type of guy who gets nervous and impatient, but I was. I lost count of how many times I checked the times and my last text that informed her that I was waiting outside – which she replied with a thumbs-up emoji.

It's probably because I don't know what to expect from this chick, I thought.

Since Lisa didn't tell me where we were going and what will be doing for the entire evening, I work a simple black t-shirt that had Johnny Depp in his youth printed on the front, a pair of black skinny jeans with some black and white Jordans and a black satin bomber jacket.

Finally, Lisa emerged from her building and approached my car. "Hi," she smiled, standing in front of me.

"You look interesting," I commented, cocking an eyebrow at her outfit.

She wore a crystal butterfly net top over her torn black t-shirt, a pair of black shorts with ripped black leggings and a pair of white wedged combat boots. She also wore a padded bomber jacket over her fit.

"Well, since we're going to a concert, might as well dress the part," she shrugged.

"A concert?" I crowed.

"Yeah, I bought tickets to Kehlani's concert. I was meaning to go with someone."

"Couldn't you go with your friends?"

"Not many of them like listening to Kehlani as much as I do. Plus, most of them are busy with life and school."

"Why not go by yourself then?"

"It wouldn't be as fun and memorable if I go alone. I like doing the things I love with people and vice versa."

I stared at her for a moment and let out a low chuckle. "You know, when you said you were going to make it up to me, I half expected a lunch date or something."

"Well, I don't do basic and cliché stuff that is straight from a Wattpad romance story," she replied, tilting her head to the said.

I continued staring at her. She was very odd. So odd that her actions seemed to render me speechless. I didn't know if I was impressed or concerned because her playful nature was just so unpredictable.

"Come on. I don't want us to be late," she walked over to the passenger seat.