He stood there, nervous as hell as he looked at her. He tried to calm himself down but it was no use.
"Stop it", he said to himself, "you've done this a thousand times."
He walked up to the counter girl who was a little strange but he liked her.
"Hey.", He said, trying to hide his obvious fear of the outcome.
"I'm busy at the moment.", She replied, she had her head down in a book as customers were browsing.
"It's Brigitte right?"
"That depends on who is asking.", She replied rudely
"A guy looking for a date."
"Do I look like the dating type?"
"Actually yes. I've seen plenty of girls on one of these DVD cases that look worse than you do."
She finally dropped the book and had the decency to look him in the eye, "You have my interest."
"I'm having a party, this Halloween and I'd love to see you th-"
"Is it Halloween already?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Thats not a good night for me."
"Why not?"
"It just isn't!"
"Would you prefer 'fancy restaurant'?"
"I'd rather eat shit than go to a Halloween party."
"I get it.", He said "The last one you went to sucked?"
Brigitte almost hated him for bringing it up. She didn't need a werewolf to want to tear his head off, "You can say that."
"Oh. Look If you change your mind, just give me a call", he said while handing her a card.
Brigitte kept the card but retreated to the girl's bathroom to cry.
