There she was, sitting with her legs crossed on the bench in the park where we agreed to meet after we talked for a few days on Instagram.
Talking is probably an understatement.
I see her looking at me and recognizing who I am. Only to quickly look away.
“I’m socialy awkward” she told me right after we matched on tinder.
“I’ll make you as comfortable as a beanbag, so don’t you worry sweety” I replied.
We exchanged our socials right after.
I walk up to her and stop when my feet are touching hers, leaning a little bit above her head.
She looks up and makes eye contact while I stare into her eyes.
“Hi, I’m Mat” I said, squinting my eyes.
With blushing cheecks and eyes full of excitement she responded with a crack in her voice: “hi”
I slowly put my fingers under her chin, making her look up to me even more. I ask her gently: “Can i touch your lips with mine, Mia?” while I lean in.
She grabs my hand, lightly squezing it. I kiss her.