Moran's POV
I've never been nervous before, not like this anyway. I stand outside my favourite restaurant, trying to talk myself into walking in. I've never been like this with anyone. It's probably because I've never done anything like this before. I don't know what she's going to look like; I don't even know if it's going to be a her. Stupid Jim, signing me up for a dating site as a joke. This is going to end badly, I just know it. I don't get it, all I have to do is walk in. I see Kenny - the person who usually serves me whenever I come here, we've become somewhat friends - walk out of The Railway Tavern.
"Hey," he says as he approaches me, "there's a girl inside for you. That's new." He smile as he sees me, a bundle of nerves. Pull yourself together Moran.
"Yeah, it's the perfect place for a first date, don't you think?"
"Aaah, first date." He smiles cheekily "Well, you better get in there."
"I should. Just one thing...What does she look like?" I ask nervously.
"Blind date? You don't seem like the type." He looks at me amusedly and I can feel my face twist into a slight grimace.
"No. We met on the internet. My friend signed me up for it as a joke. Turned out it actually worked." I say with a chuckle. I am glad I found a friend who isn't a murderous psychopath in Molly. But it was easier on the internet, I don't want her to find out who I am. She might stop liking me. I've never really cared what people think of me, but I do with Molly. I don't like it.
"Cool. Well, she's very pretty, but I think you're only going to appreciate her prettiness if you go inside. Now hurry up, I told my boss I was going to the loo so I haven't got much time." He starts to walk back in "Trust me, you won't want to bail on her." He semi-shouts over his shoulder.
I take a deep breath and I follow him in. I enter the lively restaurant to see Kenny smiling at me, "Hi again." I say.
"Good man. Now hurry up and get on your date." He walks me to my regular table only to swiftly turn around. "I swear she was here a second ago. She must have gone to the loo or something." He explains quickly, he turns to one of the other waiters "Hey, did you see a really pretty girl at this table? Do you know where she went?"
"Yeah," the waiter answers, "she left like 2 seconds ago." I begin to panic. I could've passed her and not even realised. I whip my phone out.
Just arrived...heard that you've left already. You ok?
I hesitate for a second before clicking send. I sit down at the table and wait for her to reply, that's if she even does. My heart leaps when I get a reply.
Yeah...Sorry. I freaked out a bit. This is just so weird. Give me a minute and I'll be back in.
I smile and quickly type a response.
See you in a bit then.
I start to fiddle with the cutlery on the table. Why am I so nervous? I don't even get this nervous before a kill, or when Jim goes mental. I look around the restaurant, looking for Molly. Oh crap. Not that Molly. Please don't let her be that Molly.
