So it’s my first time writing anything like this and I would really appreciate some feedback! What worked, what didn’t? Should I continue the story?
**Not that kind of girl**
Nervously I glance down at my phone, and check the time again. It’s only been a minute since I last checked. Dammit. Right, I won’t check the time again until I’ve finished my wine. Or he arrives.
I take another sip of the wine, hoping that it will calm my nerves, but I can’t stop myself from scanning the bar again, looking at the door for the hundredth time. I pick up my phone to check for messages, there are none, and unconsciously open Reddit and check my messages there too. Cause of course that’s why I’m here. Why I’m sitting in bar dressed more provocatively than I have ever dressed in my life. My dress is a little too low cut for a women with breasts the size of mine. And definitely a little too short, even if I do have the legs for it. Usually I dress to cover up my figure, but not tonight, because tonight I’m dressed for him.