Tentative Date Novels & Stories

She says, smiling widely at me and I gently squeeze her hand back. “I need to get the ceremony planned but I need help. A lot of help.” I say quickly and they all smile at me. “You came to the right table.” Anna says proudly and Bianca nods her head. “We are honored to help you plan this.” She says and I give her a grateful smile. Ava pulls out her phone immediately. “Okay, so first question. What date?” She asks looking at me. “In two months. April 25th.” I say and they all smile at me.

It was on an ordinary Thursday evening, nearly two months after the hearing, that Leon came home from a meeting with the venue coordinator looking simultaneously excited and faintly overwhelmed. "They can fit us in for October," he said, dropping his bag by the door. "Which is soon. Like, six months soon. I told her we'd need to talk about it before confirming." "Six months," I repeated, something eager and slightly panicked fluttering through my chest at the sudden reality of an actual date. "That feels fast."

"Who told you?" "Everyone knows. You two aren't subtle." "We're trying to keep it quiet until it's official." "Too late. The whole hiking group has bets on the proposal date." "You're betting on us?" "Priya has May 15th. I have May 16th. Winner gets bragging rights." "You're all ridiculous." "We're all invested. You two give us hope that messy people can build functional relationships." Sunday, I journal:

She answered. “The trial date has been confirmed,” Vivienne said without preamble. “Harmon just called. March fifteenth. The court issued the formal scheduling order an hour ago.” She paused. “No more delays. No more motions. The date is set and it is binding.” Sera looked at the calendar on the wall above the desk. March fifteenth was four months after the symposium. Four months after the paper’s November publication. Four months after the institute’s formal launch.

I press the word ‘formal’ to let her realize that I am not here to gossip with her. “Uh...” She stands amazed, clearly taken aback at my response and I see her eyes lowering in embarrassment. However, she recovers instantly, uttering, “O-Of course, I had something to discuss with you.” Okay, it is official. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ — Z A H I R — . . . “Of course, I appreciate that. The fourteenth of next month is on my mind. I wanted to present this date before you. If you don't mind?”

Jayden commented. “Excellent. Let’s see, in March, we have Saturday the 9th at 6 p.m. and Sunday the 17th at 11 a.m.” “Saturday sounds good,” Deborah said, looking at Jayden, who supported that decision. “In that case, we have a date. Now we’ll find a good venue for Saturday, March 9th, around 7-8 p.m., and it should be close to the church,” David said, typing a few things. “Well, we’re in luck; we have five candidates,” he said, projecting images onto a white screen on the wall.

- What date should I sign you up for? - I don't know yet. The next week is likely to be hectic. There, if my management changes, and my uncle did not transparently hint that it is likely to change, then I don’t even know how busy my new schedule will be. Let's focus on the fifteenth of December for now. - Okay, if your plans change, please let me know at least a couple of days in advance. - Yes, sure. Annelle went to the coat rack standing in the corner of the office. She threw her coat, still smelling like dry cleaning, over her shoulders, and, grabbing her bag, was already heading to the door when the psychotherapist suddenly called out to her:

A puppet master waiting in the dark. As the days went by, the countdown date “July 15, 2025” kept getting closer. It hung over them like a storm cloud. Ryan’s team worked nonstop, trying to understand what that date meant. They searched through every current deal, every upcoming plan, but nothing fit. The date felt important, but they couldn’t see why. It was like trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces.

he went on, shifting his sharp gaze between us both. "This could have been an email," Ryder replied, rolling his eyes. Liz scoffed and David looked exasperated. "When is it?" I asked, hoping to break some of the tension. David looked back at his computer screen, squinting now without his glasses. "The 13th of March. So in two weeks," he explained, his gaze now fixed on me. I nodded "Okay. I'll be there," I assured him. Ryder looked at me suspiciously, but David and Liz seemed relieved.

Stanley leaned back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass as he smirked at Daniel. "So, about the wedding..." Daniel glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “What about it? Don’t tell me your brothers managed to change the date for you again?” Stanley chuckled. “Not a chance. It’s set now. December 12th. Non-negotiable.” Daniel gave a small nod, taking a sip of his drink. “Good. I’m glad you finally managed to pin it down. Rebecca must be thrilled.”