Tentative Date Novels & Stories

"I think so too. But we should let everything cool down for a bit before that. How about the start of the second month instead?" Harry clapped. "I agree. We'll fix the date around the start of the second month."

(Natasha) "We need the relocation date in writing by month-end," the transition lead says. "Legal wants it locked before we announce." He's the third person from Doheny to call this week. They rotate, like a collections agency with better suits. I guess they’d stop if I actually gave them a straight answer. "I understand." "So can we say the fifteenth?" My pen is hovering over the calendar. Right over the square. All I have to do is write a number in it.

"I updated my position." "Q2?" he says. "Late Q2," she says. "The Taipei corridor resolves in May based on the tertiary data. The window opens June at the earliest. July is more realistic." She looks at him. "You were right about Q2 in principle. I was right about the specific month being later than your original estimate." "So we were both right and both wrong," he says. "We were both partially right," she says. "Which is more precise than wrong." He looks at her. "Do you ever just say you were wrong?"

“You okay?” “Yeah. Just that pain again. If I hunch over it’s not that bad, but when I straighten up it’s like someone’s flicking rubber bands again. I’m fine though, don’t worry. Before you go, would any Sunday in December work for you? What about early January?” “You can pick a date. If I can be there, I will.” “You won’t know if you have a day off?” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I can’t promise anything. But that’s okay. Do it whenever it’s good for you, babe.”

She then took a peek at Tyler and asked shyly, "Tyler, regarding the date of our engagement… I have chosen the eighteenth of next month as it's a lucky day for both of our star signs. Is that okay with you?" "I'm not free next month." "Why not? I can make the arrangements myself if you're busy with work," Aurora responded, sounding a little disappointed. "If that's the case, why don't you get engaged to yourself instead?" Tyler asked coldly.

Henry sounded irritated, as if he couldn’t believe how rude she was being. “Yeah, of course I am.” She took a swallow of her drink. “Go on.” He glared at her for a second, as if he might ask her what he’d just said, but then he went on. “Anyway, I think it’ll be ready for marketing by April. Will you have time in your schedule by then?” She had no idea what her schedule would look like in April. That was … three months away. Deciding she’d already disappointed the man enough for one night, she shrugged and said, “Oh, yeah. I’m sure I will.”

“You have work every day.” “Exactly.” I turned toward her. “And so do I.” My mother sighed. “We know you're both busy.” “Apparently not enough,” I muttered. Sebastian coughed into his glass. I ignored him. My father picked up one of the papers. “We have several dates here. The event planner says the first available Saturday at the preferred venue is six weeks from now.” “Six weeks?” I repeated. “Yes.” I nearly choked. Sebastian looked at the paper. “What date?”

Something steadier. And then he walked away. Just like that. No pressure. No argument. No claim. I looked down at my phone. Clinton again. A new message. ‘We should move the date forward.’ My breath stilled. As if on cue, from down the hallway, my father’s voice carried lightly through the open space. “We’ll finalize dates tomorrow.” The same thought. The same timing. The same acceleration. My pulse began to pound. I looked at the orchids. White.

"So what's the plan?" "We have to fix a date. Maybe this weekend since it's for three days. What do you think?" "Friday, Saturday, and Sunday?" I inquired, swirling my fingers around his chest. He affirmed, "Yes." "Okay, announce it, and get everything ready," I stated before we both fell into a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other's company until the throes of sleep snatched us away.

After conducting some research, she thought that 1st November was a good day. “I don’t really mind the date. The arrangement of marketing activities on that day is more important. Don’t you think that you guys should be a little more specific and practical in your proposals?” Heather said helplessly. Not only was Leon being unhelpful, but even Paige’s suggestion was not on point.