A date with Mia.

It’s 11:00 am on a Saturday. You lean over the marble handrail in front of the museum. You’re in a hill overlooking the town. It’s easy to spot the academy from here, and you can see some of the long road that leads into the town. It’s quite the pretty view, no wonder the museum is here. Despite that, your leg moves almost involuntarily from the nerves.

What is it about asking Mia on a date that makes it so much more nerve-wracking than asking Emma? It is because she’s older? Well, you wouldn’t say it’s a non-issue. You’re worried she won’t find you fun to be with because of the age gap. But it’s also true that Mia seems a lot more serious than Emma. Now that you try and think of topics of conversation, nothing comes to mind and it makes you fear this date will be a complete disaster, affection multiplier or not.

You look over your outfit once more and wonder if you made the right choice. A white polo shirt with a black unbuttoned shirt over it, blue jeans and black sneakers. You want to believe you look good, but you’re not confident enough. Should you have asked the girls’ opinion? That’s would’ve been something. Asking your girlfriends for advice for a date with another woman.

“Sorry, did I keep you waiting long?” What you instantly recognize as Mia’s voice startles you. It’s obvious you jumped from the surprise. You sigh. First embarrassment of the day.

You look behind you, already causing your second embarrassment of the day as you look upon the figure of the woman that is Mia Owens, mouth half open as you stare.

Mia is dressed in a tight black turtleneck, tight blue jeans and a thin, gray wool overcoat. Her wavy brown hair, usually tied up, is now loose and reaching just past her shoulders. She also has a black purse hanging from her shoulder. And, well… how to say this? Oh fuck it, these are your thoughts and she can’t read them. HER TITS ARE FUCKING HUGE. That turtleneck REALLY accentuates them. Like, it’s not just that they’re big, but they’re in the perfect proportion to Mia’s amazing hourglass figure. Her legs look amazing in those jeans, too, especially when you consider she always wears loose pants at school.

It appears your staring is bothering her, because Mia sighs and groans as she shakes her head.

“I knew it. I look weird, don’t I? Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all.”

Wait, what?

“No! What are you talking about?” You ask, flabbergasted. “I’m sorry I was staring, but it was because you look amazing, not because you look weird! I guess I wasn’t mentally prepared to see how beautiful you looked in casual wear.”

“O-Oh. S-So that’s what it was. Well, b-be more careful next time. I thought I looked weird wearing this.” Mia shakes her head and turns to look away from you and into the town below. She sighs, then turns to you.

“So I look good?” She asks, almost sounding embarrassed to ask.

You take a deep breath, trying to collect yourself before answering. “You do. You look great.”

You see an honest smile on her face. “You’re not looking bad yourself. It seems you’re finally starting to see some results from your training.”

“Y-You think so?” Is she serious? You want to believe she is, but you’ve only been exercising for a bit more than a couple of months. None of the girls have said anything about it, either. Well, that’s not true. Emily and Megan have praised your increased stamina. Now you can keep up with THEIR light runs.

“Yes. It’s difficult to notice with that thick school jacket, but now I see your arms are getting a little bigger.” She says, going to touch you shoulder. When you flinch at the contact, she does too and takes her hand away. “Sorry.” She smiles sheepishly, and you can’t help but think that’s cute. “Shall we go in?”

“Y-yes, let’s.” You nod and both of you go through the double glass door and into the art museum.

You enter the museum, and maybe it’s just you being paranoid, but you swear people are looking at you and Mia. What does this look like to them? Does it really look like a date? Mia is about the same height as Emma, so she’s a little taller than you. You don’t really look alike, so you doubt people will think you’re related.

…

Fuck it. Who cares what people think? You’re here, spending time with your beautiful English teacher. You should be caring about how she’s doing, not what people you don’t know think.

…

Well, you say that, there’s still an awkward silence between you and Mia.

You walk around the museum, first going into a room full of stone sculptures. There’re some that are people in different poses, a few animals like dogs and cats, but more than anything it’s buildings. Old fashioned houses and such. Looking closely, there’s only 5 people credited as creators for these works. All with the same last name, too.

“Do you think it’s a whole family of sculptors?” You ask in an attempt to make conversation.

“Probably, but looking at the dates it seems to be a case of different generations taking up the family tradition.”

Oh, she’s right. The earliest sculpture is a fountain from 1899 and the latest one is a house from last year.

So the town has a family of sculptors. Interesting. But the conversation stops there. Well, everyone around is mostly silent, so this is probably not the best place to talk anyway. Deciding to focus on the exhibits, you keep quiet and walk with Mia, who, while not looking exactly bored, doesn’t look very interested in the sculptures nor in the wood carvings in the next room.

Things change when you enter the first room of paintings though. You catch Mia smiling and her walking speed increases as she goes up to the first painting. She looks at it with interest. It’s a picture from a street, apparently a specific street from the town back in 1865. She moves on to the next, a picture of a small clock tower as old looking cars pass by.

Silently, you and Mia look at all the paintings, and your date couldn’t look more fascinated if she tried. Her wide smile reassures you that you made the right choice in coming here.

The next room fascinates her even more, and even you, who don’t have a good understanding of art, can appreciate this. It seems there’s an exhibition of painting and drawing made by young artist. VERY young artists. As in kids from 5 to 8. It’s amazing to see how talented some kids are, or even how creative they are, even if their skill doesn’t yet match to their vision. There’s at least 40 paintings and drawings on the walls, yet one wall has only one painting. The whole wall itself is painted from one end to the other, showing kids playing, hand prints, flowers, trees, swings and such. It seems this was a collaborative effort from every kid who submitted a picture.

Mia chuckles happily as she sees it. “This is amazing.”

“Yeah. Any of these kids has more talent than me.” You laugh.

“Not good with paintings?” Mia asks.

“Or any kind of craft. I’m not really the creative type.”

She hums at your response and goes back to looking around, with you following her. Now, however, the silence is not as uncomfortable as you know Mia is having a good time. You’re there for about an hour and a half before you leave.

“Shall we grab lunch?” You ask her as you exit. “It seems there’s a good restaurant close by.”

“It’s early, but I’m hungrier than I thought.” She chuckles. “Besides, it might be more difficult to find a table if we wait. Sure, let’s go.”

It’s barely a five-minute walk from the museum to the restaurant. You find a table for two and sit down. The place is not exactly fancy, but it’s nice looking, with a wooden floor and big logs used as pillars. It’s a big space yet there’re many tables. It seems the place is popular since there’re already people eating.

A waiter comes and takes your order, but not before giving Mia a very obvious look which he couldn’t help. It seems she didn’t notice though, having been looking at the menu. When he leaves, Mia sighs and apologizes to you.

“I’m sorry. It must’ve been boring to be there with me. I know I didn’t talk much, if at all.” She looks at you with an apologetic smile.

“Me? Bored? What are you talking about? It was pretty fun seeing how into the paintings you were. I was worried you wouldn’t like the place I picked.” You assure her.

“I actually had been meaning to come here, but I never had the time.” The she chuckles. “Or never made the time.” She corrects. Oh, she remembers what you said? “I was actually kind of excited when you said we’d meet there. I… used to be really into painting, you know?”

You raise your eyebrows. “You were?”

“Yes. Enough to think about studying art for a time. I used to paint a lot and my mother would get mad at me because I’d leave a huge mess everywhere.” She laughs at the memory, and you laugh with her at the mental image of a young Mia covered in paint.

“What made you stop?” You ask.

“Nothing big, really. I just realized I liked teaching a bit more, and painting was only one of my interests. In the end I went for an English major and was so busy studying that I stopped painting. After that, I was busy working and it had been so long that I wasn’t feeling like picking it back up.”

You frown. “What about now? You looked really excited there. Do you feel like picking up the brush again?”

She chuckles. “Maybe. How about you? You said you were never good as this kind of stuff. Would you be willing to try?”

“Willing to try, sure. If Bob Ross says I can, then I probably do, but I just know I won’t be very good at it.” You chuckle.

Mia laughs at that. “I remember one time in university, I got sick and spent the whole day watching my dad’s collection of Bob Ross episodes.”

“What, really?” You laugh with her.

Thankfully, the conversation gets pretty lively. You have an incredible time with Mia, even after lunch. You walk around the old streets of the hill, getting to know these neighborhoods and the local shops.

You part ways, but not before you ask Mia if she’s up for another date.

She closes her eyes, breaths deep and looks into your eyes. “I’d love to.” She answers with an excited smile.

-Owens, Mia-
Affection Score: 94 (+14).
Love Score: 28 (+17).
Lust Score: 5 (+5)