"Just make a choice."
She crossed her arms, and waited impatiently. I looked around quickly, hoping for a sign, a way out. Even if she hadn't been so obvious with her attitude, I knew I was being judged on this, that if I made a wrong choice that was it for us. Thus why I took as long as I could, cutting her off before she spoke.
"I've heard good things about this Mexican place, let's eat there."
Her expression was hard to read, but through the meal I realised I'd chosen badly.
But the waitress gave me her number...
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