"Blind Date"

Disclaimer/Warning:

I do not own the rights to Divergent, it's characters, etc. This is just my fanfiction.

This story is rated M/MA (language and sexual content). So please only read if you're of an appropriate age.

TRIS POV - Chapter 4

I'm glad I set my alarm nice and early so that I'd have time to shower and everything before Tobias arrives to pick me up.

By 7:30, I'm not only showered, but fully dressed and ready to go.

Since I decide to forgo a purse or back pack, I grab my small pocket sized wallet and transfer over my essentials- I.D., bank card, and some cash. I grab my phone and pocket it before grabbing my chapstick. I then look around and try to think if I'm forgetting anything.

I decide I should bring my water bottle just in case, so I go to the kitchen and fill it up.

I glance at the clock again, only to find it's still only 7:45am. So I consider having a banana or some yogurt for breakfast, but then I hear my phone ringing. I grin down at my phone, my heart speeding up as I take a breath and clear my throat before answering.

"Hello, Tobias."

"Good morning, Tris."

"I hope you're not calling to cancel, or I would have slept in on my day off." I tease, and I roll my eyes at myself. I have no idea where that came from.

"No, No. Of course not," he replies with a chuckle, "I was actually just calling to see what your favorite kind of muffin is. Assuming you like muffins. I figured I'd pick some up for us to eat on the drive."

"Sounds delicious. Where are you going?"

"I'm actually right in front of Rosie's bakery, the place just a few blocks from you. Is that alright?"

"Yes, I just so happen to love that place. My favorite is the chocolate chip, it's the best. But if they're sold out, then the blueberry streusel muffin is excellent too."

"Alright, good to know. Coffee? Juice?"

"Orange juice, thank you."

"No problem. I'll see you soon, okay?" he asks, and I love that I can her the smile in his voice.

"Okay, sounds good."

After we say our goodbyes, I plop down on the couch and hold my phone to my chest. I don't bother hiding my grin, as there's nobody around to witness it. So I just lay there thinking about my date-day with Tobias.

I've never been picked up for a date so early in the morning before, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't beyond excited. My mind has run through so many various ideas of what he could have planned, despite my trying to refrain from thinking about it. He wanted it to be a surprise after all. What fun would it be if I figured it out beforehand? And I'm terrible at pretending to be surprised.

I'm pulled from my thoughts when I hear a knock at the door. I hadn't realized 15 minutes had already passed and he's arrived right on time.

I get up and glance in the mirror to pat down my hair a bit, as usual, it got a little messy from laying on the couch.

I decided to leave my hair down in soft waves, but brought a pony tail holder in case I want to put it up later.

I open the door and am greeted by this stunning man that I somehow managed to score a date with, despite us meeting while technically on a date with other people.

He looks just as handsome as I remember, if not even better. He's wearing something similar to what he did when we bumped into him with my mom; dark wash denim jeans and a plain black t-shirt. But instead of converse like he had on before, he's wearing dark brown hiking boots. He's got a big smile on his face as leans in to hug me hello.

I smile too, even though he probably can't see it. I doubt anyone could help but smile if they were close enough to see how good he smells.

"Am I dressed appropriately for whatever we're up to? You said casual, comfortable, and something about outdoors, right?" I ask, waving my hand slightly to point out my outfit. Which consists of brown boots, jeans, a white tank top, and a tan colored knit button up sweater. I figured the tank top will be good when it gets warm in the afternoon, but the mornings here in Massachusetts this time of year are cool enough for the warm layer.

"You look good."

His voice almost sounds deeper than usual, but then he seems shy at the comment and chuckles lightly at himself as he shakes his head a little as if to re-phrase his words.

"I mean, you look really pretty, Tris. I think it'll be perfect for what we're doing. I hope it's okay that we're doing something so non-traditional. I don't want you to think I'm just being cheap or that you're not good enough for a fancy restaurant or something. We can still do that too, whenever you'd like. I just wanted to do something unique, something fun. Memorable." he explains.

I nod and give him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, like I said, I'm looking forward to this."

I turn to grab my keys from the hook by the door. "Do I need to bring anything else?" I ask, just holding up my water bottle, wallet and keys. He smiles in return, seemingly relieved that I'm so up for this adventure.

"Nah, that should be good. I brought a few things just in case. But we can always stop somewhere if we need anything."

He leads the way out and I lock up and head to his car with him. Along the way, he tells me how nice my house is and I tell him how I just recently bought it.

Before he puts the car in drive, he hands me a brown bag from Rosie's bakery, and I peek inside to find two chocolate chip muffins, and two blueberry streusel muffins.

"Nice choices." I smirk as he glances over at me and smiles before training his eyes back on the road where he's getting ready to merge onto the highway.

"I figured I'd get you one of each of your favorites. Then I decided I wanted to try them too," he says with a shrug, "and an OJ for both of us." He gestures toward the cup holders that has 2 bottles of the fresh squeezed orange juices that Rosie's is known for.

"Thank you for grabbing all this. You don't mind if I eat in your car?" I ask, assuming that's what he meant when he said we'd have them on the way. But his car seems so nice and clean, I'm afraid of spilling crumbs in it or smearing chocolate somewhere.

"Of course I don't mind, go for it. Hand me one of mine too?"

I smile to myself, for some reason comparing him to Eric, the guy I ended up going a date with that first night. Tobias is so much different than him, in all the right ways.

I hand him one of his muffins in a napkin before helping myself to mine, careful to lean over the bag.

We begin eating in contended silence, only commenting how delicious the food and drink is.

But after that, we continue to talk and laugh, and I feel like it should surprise me by how comfortable it already feels around him. I don't know why I was so nervous this morning.

I find it fun to learn that he was in a band in high school that played a few small tours around some of the major local cities. His first job was at a movie theater, now he works as an information security analyst, since he's good with computers.

He even has mentions how he got into boxing a bit, but hasn't gone in a couple of years.

I also learn that he's 29 years old, is an only child, and also has a love for the outdoors.

And with the way he talks about each thing, and about his favorite places to go, makes it feel even more genuine and real. I don't in any way feel like he's just feeding me things I want to hear, which in for some reason always like of weary of.

I tell him how I'm a nurse, how I'm 27 years old, and other random facts that I thought might give him a peek at who I am as well.

I'm glad he seems thoroughly interested in listening to me and asks a few questions along the way, smiling at me here and there when I reveal something new about myself.

Before I know it, we're pulling up to what appears to be... a ski resort?

But it's summer, so everything is green and lush. There are plenty of cars here though, and seems like a fairly popular little spot out in what feels like the middle of nowhere.

I'm not exactly sure what he has planned, but then he follows a sign that I see leads towards something called Canopy Tours.

I'm still not sure what that means exactly, until I see another sign with a logo involving what looks like someone zip-lining, and my head cuts over to him immediately, a wide grin on my face. Is this for real?

A/N-

So, this chapter was quite short. However, that's because it actually ended up being too long, since this site (or maybe my iPad), yet again, wouldn't let me save it at over 8,000 words. Which means I had to split it into two chapters! So the rest of this date is in chapter 5, which will be posted immediately after this one!

As always, thank you so much for reading (and to those of you review, follow and favorite me and my stories). I really appreciate all the support and feedback!