You laugh it off

Meghan grabs your hand and pulls you to your feet suddenly. A stronger girl than you imagined, and seemingly full of energy right now. She continues to grip your hand as she smiles.

“Meghan… “ you say before pausing to laugh at this ridiculous situation… “I am so sorry you had to meet me like this… “

She cuts you off before you can continue.

“Like what… Oh you mean naked?… Don't be sorry about that! This is already a much more memorable date than I expected!... Truth be told, I wasn't too optimistic that this was going to be any fun... but I'm thrilled to be wrong!” she says, still smiling ear to ear.

“I'm grateful you feel this way..." You say as you awkwardly run your hand through your hair "Does that mean we can reschedule? I was trying to say I need to run home and get some clothes on, and it's unfortunately a long drive.”

You hear boos from the other restaurant goers, as Megan's smile slowly starts to fade.

“You're kidding, right?” Meghan says flatly, the enthusiasm draining from her face, releasing your hand as she crosses her arms.

“My clothes just got ripped to pieces and sucked into the water. I'm standing here completely naked with not a scrap of anything to cover myself with.”

You look down and try and cover yourself but see that it's quite visible from basically every direction. You look up and address the starring faces on all sides of you. “I'm really sorry for making the evening weird, everybody…”

You hear murmurs from various tables “Please don't go, you only just got here…" and “Don’t be sorry at all. we are just glad you’re okay!”

Just when it looks like you may have ruined Megan's night, the hostess interjects: “Please...” gesturing for you to take your seat “It won't be a problem allowing you to dine without clothes tonight. Nobody is interested in kicking you out after the ordeal you just went through. Your meal is on the house.”

You see Megan's toothy smile returning, as she turns to you to show it off.

“I'm appreciate the offer, but I don't want to ruin the night of all the other guests dining here…”

The hostess smiles confidently and then turns to address the other dining guests. Most of them being well dressed couples in their 40s or older.

“Would anyone object to Mr Doe dining nude with us tonight?” she says loudly to all the other tables.

“Don't mind at all… Hell, I wouldn't have minded him sitting here naked, even if he hadn't been in that accident.” shouts one woman, followed by polite laughter from the rest of the tables.

“It would be lovely if he was nude all evening.” adds another smiling woman.

The man eating with her adds “After what you just went though, the least we can do is let you enjoy your dinner… as a matter of fact, waiter… can I buy their table a bottle of this wine?”

The hostess nods and signals to another staff member to bring a bottle. Everyone including the staff was in a rough semi-circle patiently watching you as you interacted with the room.

“See? You would honor us all by staying.” she says, just as wine arrives and is poured into two glasses on your table. Meghan nods her head up and down slowly in agreement.

You contemplate the offer and whether you could possibly accept. You are grateful for such accommodating and friendly guests, but it's still a bit embarrassing standing in front of everyone with nothing on. Your impulse is to cover yourself as an act of politeness and modesty, but as your hand moves in front of your body, many people loudly make their objections known.

You remove your hand and blush, not sure exactly how to handle yourself in this situation with all this adoring attention. You look over at Meghan who is smiling wide looking into your eyes, and starts gently pulling on your hand toward the table. The staff begins clapping, followed by the rest of the guests. You start smiling out of embarrassment, and they start hollering, as you continue to stare into Megan's excited eyes.

“OK” you say as the restaurant bursts into loud cheers and applause. Meghan is smiling so hard it looks like it hurts, as she releases your hand to again shyly cover her mouth, and then sits down.

You sit down across from her putting a napkin in your lap, then grabbing your wine glass to cheers her, and then gesture the same to the excitedly watching other guests.

You and Meghan spend some time sharing casual banter alongside wine. The date seems to be going really well, almost effortless even, as Meghan seems to hang on your every word. The wait staff attends you both very frequently and with great courtesy, but Meghan remains transfixed, never glancing away from you.

As you discuss your intention to stay in the area longer, she puts her elbow on the table and leans in resting her chin on her hand. You've never seen a more authentic smile before, as you stare into her twinkling eyes. She seems almost hypnotized by everything you are saying.

You see Meghan cross her legs and playfully rock her hanging leg closer and closer to yours.

“Is it weird for me to think a date is going really well if I'm naked at the time?” You ask her playfully.

“Being naked this early in a date?... It's a sign that it's going *REALLY* well.” she replies, blushing hard from being a bit embarrassed by what just came out of her mouth.

Under the table Meghan let's her foot brush against your leg, letting her dangling shoe loudly fall to the ground. She brushes you briefly at first, but begins to press against you more forcefully, rubbing your leg seductively.

Your eyes light up with sudden anxiety, as some dramatic things are starting to happen under the napkin on your lap. Things that will be beyond the abilities of a single napkin to conceal.