A Date

He described himself as wearing a red and black flannel shirt, so I dressed up and went to the restaurant."

Veronica couldn't contain her laughter as she continued, "As he had described, he was indeed wearing a red and black flannel shirt, but he turned out to be almost as old as my father!"

I turned around in an attempt to escape, but he called out my name.

Without hesitation, I swiftly turned back and forced a grin. His gaze remained fixed on me as he stood up and offered me a seat.

I was in search of a companion, but I was not desperate enough to date an older gentleman.

In a matter of seconds, I made a decision and began limping towards him.

His smile faded, and his face turned pale, as if he had just seen a ghost.

He sat down and stood up a few times throughout our lunch, and it we mostly remained quiet.

I chewed my food with a loud chapping sound and had my drink, gulping it down as if I were a wild creature, causing the liquid to cascade down from my mouth.

Poor guy lost his a
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