Delilah was sitting on the couch, snacking and watching TV when the phone rang. She answered it.
“Hey there, Delilah,” said Tony’s voice, causing a shocked Lyla to drop the date she was about to bite into.
“Tony, hi!” she said, trying to hide her surprise. She’d never expected him to call her after their brief meeting at the gym the other day, though she’d continually hoped he would. She had completely embarrassed herself then, after all, and she wouldn’t have blamed him if he’d conveniently lost her number. “What’s up?”
“I was just wondering if you’d like to go to dinner Friday night? That is, if you’re not busy or anything.”
“Oh, no, I’m not busy. Dinner on Friday sounds great!”
“Awesome! It’s a date, then. See you at 8p.m.?”
“Perfect! See you at 8p.m.!”
Tony hung up and Delilah quickly marked the date of the date on her calendar so she wouldn’t forget – as if she could ever forget it! Then she called her best friend, Janie.
“Janie, guess what? Tony just called!”
“Who?” Janie asked, slightly confused.
“Tony! You know, the guy I met at the gym!”
“Oh, yeah! He’s really cute. So he finally called you? Even after…what happened?”
“Yes! He wants to take me to dinner on Friday!”
“Well, you’d better quit stuffing your face with dates if you want to look good for your big date!”
“I know. I will. And I also plan to start using the treadmill again – once I figure out how to work it correctly so I don’t slip on it again!”
“Want me to go to the gym with you and show you?”
“Please? Maybe this evening? I only have a few days until Friday.”
“Ok. Sure. It’s a date.”
This silly short story is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “date”: