บท 5: Four (The blind date)
"…Wow, you look so much prettier in person, when my aunt showed me your photo, I didn't think you'd come." Brad chuckled,
"I had no choice, did I?" She gritted her teeth,
"What?"
"So your Aunt says you love to knit." Mia laughed nervously as she gently sipped her latte.
"Yeah, I do. It's my passion." The man in front of her replied,
"Oh wow." She replied sarcastically, she had nearly choked on her coffee.
"Yeah, people just don't get it you know, they don't even know there's a huge difference between the term "Knitting" and "Crocheting" you know."
"Mm." She nodded.
"There's a need to know the difference between the pins too, and the exact type of wool that works best." Brad explained with enthusiasm.
Mia suddenly zoned out, instead of listening, she wished he would just shut up, he was boring her to death, in fact everything about him seemed boring to her, but she couldn't leave because Miss Lin had once again threatened to fire her if she didn't go on the date.
He looked like he was around 5ft 7 inches. He wore a pair of thick round glasses over his brown eyes.
His blond hair was combed into a very preppy style.
He wore an orange sweater over his grey khakis.
The huge 'B' in the middle of the knitted sweater made him look even more ridiculous, it was obvious he had done it himself because he didn't fail to brag about it.
'What an overachiever!' she thought then feigned a loud laugh.
"Wow! That must have been really exciting!" She said absently in a rather high pitched tone.
"Yeah it was. It took at least a month to finish. I'm planning on starting my own collection though. What do you think?"
"That would be....Very cool." She lied, deep down, she thought he was quite annoying.
"I just remembered, my aunt said also said you loved to knit too, I'm finally glad I found someone I can share my passion with." He smiled.
Mia nodded and feigned a smile, if only he had known that she had just added "knitting" as an extra to her profile.
"So are you knitting for Christmas?" He asked.
"Huh?"
"I'm done with the fifth sweater, I'm on the sixth." He grinned.
"Ohh!" She exclaimed.
"....That's really exciting." She smiled.
"You have so much passion for it, that's really beautiful." She lied.
Deep down, she just wanted the date to end, it was horrible!
'This is the worst way to spend your Sunday evening.' she thought.
'I wish something would come up, so this nightmare would end.' she prayed.
And as if the heavens were listening, her phone rang. She picked it up and glanced at the unknown caller ID and thought,
'My savior.'
"Hi, am I speaking with Miss Anderson?" The caller began in a polite tone.
"Y…Yes, who am I speaking with please?" She replied nervously.
"Oh, I'm calling from St. Wilson Hospital, your aunt just got admitted here...."
Mia's face suddenly went pale and her heart rate increased.
"Hello? Are you there?"
"Y…Yes, I'll be on my way now. Thanks." She replied then ended the call.
"Is everything alright?"
"....Yeah, just a minor family issue." She replied calmly.
She prayed to end the nightmare of a date, but then things just got worse.
"It was nice meeting you Brad." She told him as she got up and gathered her things.
"Enjoy your knitting passion. Oh and thanks for the lecture. Bye!" She said then hurriedly walked out of the restaurant.
"Can we do this some other time then?" He called out, but she wasn't listening, she wanted to get away from him as far as possible.
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"....Is she going to be alright then?" Mia questioned the doctor.
"Yes. Like I said, it was just a sprain, nothing serious. Thankfully, the neighbors got there on time. She passed out and probably would have been worse than this." Turning to Megan, she told her with concern, "I advise you stay away from alcohol in the future or maybe lower your intake. Okay?"
Then the doctor pulled Mia aside.
"Hey dear, I'm really concerned about you, are you okay?" She asked.
"I'm fine." She replied calmly.
"....We did some drug tests and....Mia, I think it's time you considered sending her to rehab. She's been in and out of here thrice this month, it's not always going to be like this Mia, things…Things. Could. Get worse." The doctor said in a matter of factly way.
"…I know, I'll do my best." She smiled painfully.
The doctor nodded and patted her shoulders before leaving the room.
Once the door closed behind her, Megan began.
"Baby, don't listen to her. I'm as strong as Vodka." She drawled and laughed.
"Let's go home, I'm fine." She added. "Easy for you to say, you're not the one paying the bills here, are you?!" She snapped.
"How pathetic! I'm going for a walk." She added then angrily walked out and slammed the door.
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