Ilana walked into the small restaurant, confidently of course. She had already internally kind of written off the idea of dating this guy, and she hadn't even met him yet. It was more of a "let's get this over with" attitude.
She rounded the corner and froze. The man from the street earlier who was catcalling her was sitting alone at a table, with a noticeable bloody cut on his nose. He saw her immediately.
"You again!" She marched up to him. "Quit following me!"
"I'm not! Are you Ilana?"
"Oh my god. Are you my date?"
He stared in awkward silence, slightly bringing his hands up to protect his face.
"Oh my god. You offered to ditch this date and have a threesome!"
"You haven't ruled that out, have you?"
Ilana turned quickly and was about to leave, but saw a great opportunity. A waitress was walking past with a pitcher of ice water and a full glass on a tray. Ilana grabbed the pitcher which knocked off the balance of the tray, spilling the contents of the glass on the waitress. Ilana spun around, and upturned the whole damn thing on this guy's head.
After reacting positively to his shock value, Ilana turned and marched for the door.
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