The characters and A Court of Thorns and Roses belong to Sarah J Maas. The plot is mine.

Mor stood uncertainly in front of her full length mirror. She knew she looked good - hell, she always looked good - but for some reason, Mor was nervous.

Nervous as in butterflies in her stomach, tingling hands, obsessively checking her outfit and, though minimal, makeup.

Finally she gave up and texted Feyre.

Mor: Hey Fey

Feyre: What's up?

Mor: ...

Feyre: The chances of her being some creepy ass stalker are very low

Mor: But they're still there

Feyre: Get your ass into the goddamn restaurant

Mor: As you command

Mor slipped her phone into her pocket, checking her outfit one last time before walking out of her apartment.

It was odd, walking down the street. Yes, she had done it hundreds of times before. Yes, she had also been going on dates some of those times.

But for the first time, instead of having that pit of dread in her stomach, she felt free. Like she no longer had to hide.

Mor jogged down the plaza steps, swerving to the right as a horde of drunk frat boys ran through.

"Hey sweetie," one of them slurred at her, lifting his lips in a drunk smile as he stumbled. "No need for such a pretty girl to be so lonely tonight." The creeper put one of his hands on her waist, bear sloshing out of the bottle in his other one.

Mor smiled tightly. "I'm sorry, but I have a date with my long time girlfriend," she said sweetly, slapping his hands off her. A lie, but a reality she was looking for.

"That's only because you haven't been with me," the frat boy said overconfidently, still trying to get his balance. "Plus you're too pretty to be gay."

"Being near you for five seconds has made me gayer than I have ever been in my entire life," Mor said disgustedly.

The guy laughed, leaning down to plant a sloppy kiss on her neck. Mor pushed him away. When he would stop, Mor hooked her foot around his ankle, pulling it towards her.

The frat boy fell on his ass.

"Might wanna tone down on t he drinks, sweetie," Mor snapped, sashaying away.

When she was far enough away, Mor ran her hand through he hair, groaning. Well that was an excellent start to the night.

Mor glanced at her phone.

"Oh, shit," she said, glancing at the time. "Oh, shit," she exclaimed as her lipstick rubbed off onto her hand.

Mor ended up reaching the diner they agreed to meet at 30 seconds before she would have officially been considered late.

She slipped through the doors, looking around until she found her date, who was sitting in one of the booths, looking through a menu for "The Sizzling Griddle."

She smiled when Mor walked up.

"I'm Mor - well, my full name's Morrigan - I mean, I usually go by Mor - but you knew that already - ugh," Mor said, extremely flustered. She buried her reddening face in her hands, peaking through her fingers to see her date laughing softly at her antics.

Mor groaned and lifted her face up, blowing the golden strands out of her eyes. She stuck out a hand. "I'm Mor."

"Rita," her date replied. Rita's smile was infectious, causing Mor to break into a bubbly grin that she rarely showed.

Rita was beautiful, to say the least. She had dark skin, with stunning grey eyes.

And her hairstyle was on point, too. She had short, natural hair, with a fade cut on both sides.

Rita quirked a smile. "Do you like burgers?"

"I love you already," Mor replied.

The two were laughing over a joke Rita had cracked when the waiter came to take away their plates. Mor grabbed one last fry, thanking the waiter as she turned back to Rita.

Rita was one of the most interesting people Mor had ever met. She was kind and had a similar sense of humor to Mor. She had a younger brother, Elijah, who she had gained legal guardianship over after a nasty court battle with her estranged parents, but he seemed to be the light of her life.

"Ice cream?" Mor asked. Rita grinned.

"Yep," she replied. "Chocolate or vanilla?" she asked out of the blue.

"Vanilla," Mor replied instantly. "With warm chocolate fudge on top."

"Finally someone who agrees with me!" Rita exclaimed.

"Chocolate's good," Mor admitted, "but vanilla's the original."

"It doesn't get any better," Rita agreed.

A thought hit Mor. "Can I put my number in your phone?" she asked.

"Only if I can put mine in yours," Rita said, already handing it over.

Mor looked down at the screen, clicking the Contacts app.

She punched in her number, mulling over what she should put for her name.

Mor settled for her first name, plus a three emojis: the dancing woman, a cocktail, and a hamburger.

They handed back each other's phones again.

Mor grinned when she saw what Rita had added: a cocktail, a burger, and a crescent moon.

The ice cream arrived, silencing their conversation to little more than small talk.

Their waiter arrived just as they finished, holding the bill. Both girls pulled out their cards. They looked at each other.

"Split it?" they asked in unison. The two giggled before handing their cards to the waiter with a quick thanks.

The waiter came back, handing them their cards. "Thanks, Ms. Freeman," he said, smiling at Mor, a regular patron.

"Your full name is Morrigan Freeman?" Rita asked incredulously.

Mor clamped her lips shut, a blush spreading across her face.

Rita laughed, but not meanly. "Dude, that's the best," she snorted, doubling over.

Mor shook her head trying to hide her growing smile. "C'mon, let's go."

The two walked in the cool night for a bit, just looking at the plants and the stars.

"I need to go home. My little brother's waiting," Rita said, checking her watch. "We - let's do this again."

"I plan on it," Mor replied. They stayed there for a couple more seconds before Rita's phone began to ring, and they parted ways.

Mor went home feeling lighter than she had in years.

AN:

Hey guys! Whaddya think? Okay, so I when I was writing this I was trying to decide who would be Mor's main love interest. I don't want to create my own character, because that generally doesn't go well, but Rita was the only single gay character, and I know there was the mortal queen, but she died and ugh!

So I seriously doubt that Mor and Rita would really be in a romantic relationship in the actual story, but here we go.

Any feedback? Any questions?

Please review! It really helps.

Random Fact: I can wiggle my ears.

Stay Awesome,

franklyherondale