Lily is on Time

Lily was only a single minute late. At 8:01pm on the dot, you saw her saunter around the corner. While you had compiled your fair share of pictures during your research, nothing did the real woman justice.

The blonde woman was about 5 foot 7, though she seemed a bit taller due to her heels. She had long, pale legs that drew your eye up them. She was wearing a beautiful black cocktail dress that hugged her figure, with a plunging v neckline that showed off her ample cleavage. She had heavy, full breasts that bounced as she walked. If she had not pursued medicine, she could have been a model.

As she got closer, you could see her face better. She had large, blue eyes that seemed to shine even in the low light. She had a well-defined nose and thin yet sultry lips. Her blonde hair was styled in a braid that ran over her left shoulder. She was amazingly beautiful, and would be a fine addition to your harem.

If you could have her.

"Good evening, Mr. Lawson," she purred, taking a seat. While you had been checking her out, she had clearly been doing the same. From her body language, it seemed that she liked what she saw. "I can finally put a face to the name! Our... friend was quite vague."

"The feeling is mutual," you replied. This was a lie, of course. "I'm so glad you could make it." Raising your hand, you waved the waiter over. Turning to the boy, you added "I think we'll start with the wine we discussed, if that is alright with the lady."

"Oh, most certainly," Lily giggled. The waiter bowed and left. "How smooth! You certainly are a confident one, aren't you?"

"Naturally." Already you were picking up the subtler aspects of Lily, stuff you could not glean from social media pages. She wanted to present as a confident woman who could flirtatiously spar with men like you. However, it was ****. It was the little things that gave her away. The slight shake in her voice, pushing her bust out a little too hard. Most of all, though, it was her eyes. Despite her smile and elegance, there was a strain in her eyes.

"The Pinot Noir you requested, Sir," the waiter said, returning to the table. After a nod from you, he uncorked it and poured the red wine into your glasses. You and Lily grab them and, after a cheers, each took a sip.

"Wow, that's... delicious!" Lily declared, savoring the taste. "I must admit, I'm not used to such expensive wines!"

"Are the two of you ready to order?" The waiter asked.

"Oh, heavens no," Lily replied, taking another sip. "I haven't even opened the menu yet! What do you-"

"There's no need," you interrupted, turning to the waiter. "We'll both be having the duck special."

"Very good, Sir." Taking your menus away, the man once again left the two of you alone.

"Well, that was quite brazen," Lily said, her tone indicating annoyance. However, her eyes once again betrayed her, and you could tell she was secretly impressed. "Besides, how did you know duck is my favorite?"

Very thorough research. "Lucky guess."

"Well, I suppose I should thank you," she conceded, smiling cutely. "With my residency and the divorce, it's been too long since I've done something fun. I really do appreciate the invitation."

"Trust me, the pleasure is all mine!" You took another sip of wine before continuing. "Now, if you don't mind, I have a question for you?"

"Ah, finally you ask for my input," she chuckled, still trying to seem confident. "Please, ask away!"

"Why do you think we are here tonight?" You ask, getting straight to the point. "For what reason do you believe this dinner was arranged?"

The smile on Lily's face faltered. "See, that's what I've been trying to figure out. It's so strange to me that my soon-to-be ex-husband would set me up on a date, but I can't think of another explanation. He was so insistent I go too, and the ways he tried to convince me..." She shook her head. "Anyways, I suppose that's my answer. This is a date."

She looked up at you, her faux-confidence very much slipping. "So, am I right, Mr. Lawson? Are you interested in me?"

"Oh, Lily, I am most certainly interested in you," you reply smoothly. "But this is not a date, I'm afraid."