Sports Bro's First Date Begins

After talking with the contact named “Sports Bro” on her phone for the last couple of days, they had finally arranged two different dates, one for each of the girls. Scarlet had made sure not to reveal her plan to him, saying that if he knew he would have a harder time acting naturally and might draw suspicion to their plan. He agreed and followed her advice to wear clothing he wasn’t afraid to lose. It worried him as to what he had in store for them, but he decided it was best to trust in her and to see what came of her idea. First up for their date was Claire. He was confident she would pass the test Scarlet had set up, and then he wouldn’t have to have an awkward dinner with Vanessa. 

The day arrived, and Sports Bro showed up with who Scarlet surmised was Claire based on the text messages they had exchanged this morning. Claire was certainly dressed to impress, decked out in a luxurious dress and shiny jewelry. Scarlet could hear the high heels clacking on the tiled floor the moment she stepped in and saw her sashay in her tight dress to the table she was guiding them to. It was the same table the two friends had sat days earlier when they had agreed to the test, and Scarlet could see the spark of recognition in his eyes as she led them to the poorly lit corner table. In her journey, she passed several better lit and prettier tables, with nice centerpieces and tea light candles. Arriving at the little booth, darkened without the lights nearby and no windows or candles like the other tables, it certainly stood out. The table was topped with cheap, thin, clear plastic, and the centerpiece was just napkins and condiments, unlike the special flower ones on the other tables were adorned with.

Scarlet could see that Claire was already unimpressed with their seat selection and was giving her the stink eye behind Sport Bro’s back. Scarlet, however, remained unfazed and efficiently set down menus and began collecting their drink requests. Sports Bro kept glancing around, no doubt trying to get an idea as to what her test would entail. Scarlet did not give him any signals or even the slightest bit of acknowledgement, and it was making him nervous. If it wasn’t for the fact that he had just been texting her this morning, he would have thought he had imagined their previous encounter. Scarlet left and soon returned with their two drinks- a fancy bright colored mixed drink for Claire and a reserved cider beer for Sports Bro. 

It was at this moment that Scarlet made her move. WIth planned deliberacy, she “accidently” knocked over his drink as she set Claire’s down, spilling his cider all over his lap. He leaped to his feet instinctively as the cold beverage soaked him through in seconds. Immediately, tears welled up in Scarlet’s eyes, and she began furiously pulling out napkins and trying to pat him dry, the proximity to his groin area making his face flush with embarrassment. During the commotion, he glanced down at Scarlet and saw her make eye contact and then glance toward the men’s restroom door. Catching on, he quickly excused himself to wash up and retreated to the bathroom where a scheduled text hit his phone and told him to remain in the bathroom until he was given the signal. Realizing that this had all been planned, he nodded to himself in respect to Scarlet’s abilities before he noticed that she had not told him what signal would be. Shrugging, he began cleaning himself up as best he could while he waited for an obvious indicator from him cohort in crime.