I am so nervous. What if he is totally weird in real life?

A beautiful girl walks into the restaurant who chatted with the hostess before walking towards you.

Taylor: Hello, I’m Taylor.

Angela: Uhhh, hiii… I’m Angela.

Taylor: Woah, you look nothing like I imagined a ‘DarkAngel’ to be!

Angela: What are you talking about?

Taylor: Forget it. Have you been waiting long?

Angela: Um-no, just a few minutes. Sorry if I’m awkward. This is totally new to me.

Taylor: That’s fine, honey. I think it’s charming.

The waitress comes to take your order and Taylor orders for both of you. She orders your favorite dish.

Angela: How did you know I liked spaghetti?

Taylor: I just had a feeling.

So, what do you do?

Angela: I work at a bank. You?

Taylor: I manage an art gallery.

Angela: An art gallery, how awesome. I used to paint in college.

Taylor: I bet you’re a talented artist!

You call Taylor. She picks up after one ring.

Taylor: Hey, beautiful!

Angela: Hey! Uh- I was thinking if we could meet again… sometime this week?

Taylor: I would love to see you again. How about you come over to the art gallery on Saturday?

Angela: Okay. See you then.

You close your eyes and try to go to sleep. Your phone rings shortly.

Angela: Hello?

Taylor: Hi, baby! It’s me. I was wondering if you would come see me at my art gallery this Saturday?

Angela: Um…

Taylor: Just as friends?

Angela: Sure, why not?

The rest of the week goes by quickly. You are nervous about Saturday, but also thrilled to see her again. When you arrive, she gives you a tour of the art gallery.

Taylor: So, which one’s your favorite?

Angela: Probably the one with the old woman. The colors, the details on her face, the contrasting elements… Simply breath-taking!

Angela: My dad was against it, he said he didn’t want me to waste my life chasing a fantasy.

Taylor: Whoa, that’s rough. I hope you start painting again.

Angela: It’s in the past. Never mind! Which painting is your favorite?

Taylor: I liked the one with the little children. But I wonder why you won’t open up…

Angela: It’s none of your business.

Taylor: Jeez, relax. I was just asking…

You two bond over art. In the coming weeks, she encourages you to start sketching again, and you even sketch a rough picture of her.

One day, there’s a knock on your door. You open up and see a man.

Taylor: Hi, are you Angela?

Angela: Yes. Who are you?

Taylor: I’m Taylor…

Angela: What?? Then who’s the Taylor I’ve been hanging out with…?!

Taylor: You must be wondering what I’m doing here… Just hear me out. I went back to the restaurant last night and they told me they had mixed up the reservations a few weeks back because they were two Taylors that night, can you believe it? Apparently, you and that other Taylor were put on the same table while I waited for an hour thinking you stood me up.

Angela: When in reality… the…. other Taylor got stood up.

Taylor: Exactly. The restaurant was so apologetic they gave me your address.

Angela: What do you think… we should do now?

Taylor: I don’t know… I really enjoyed chatting with you… But it’s up to you what you want to do.

You drive over to Taylor’s house and tell her everything.

Taylor: Look, I don’t care how we met and I don’t care that you’re not ‘DarkAngel’. I really like you.

Angela: I.. I feel the same way. But…

Taylor: But? But, what? Angela, it’s not that hard. Do you like me?