Second date to the rooftop

I am waiting for Scott. I look down at my phone, 7:58, he still has two minutes.
I don’t understand why I even care, why I would at all be worried about being stood up. Our first date wasn’t good, why do I want a second one. I’d probably be happier in this bar by myself, then at least I wouldn’t have to share my onion rings. But for some reason I want him to show up. I want to have sex with him. He seemed sort of sad last time, somehow unsure. I want to make the moves. I want to push him into a dark corner and make his dreams come true. I take another sip of my beer, and I see him walk in the door. I undo another button on my dress. I didn’t wear a bra this time. I want to be one hundred percent sure of what’s on his mind. The moment he sits down I can see that he noticed. But he is polite, he doesn’t stare.

Small talk.
Small talk.
More small talk.
“Let’s play a game” I interrupt. He has stopped looking at my boobs and I am growing impatient. “It’s called questions. The only rules are; you take turns and you must answer. I will start with an easy one…What’s your favourite colour?”
“Blue”, he replies. “What’s yours?”
“Yellow. Have you ever gone roof climbing?”