Worst Date Ever

It was the worst date I had ever had, and probably the worst date Remington had ever had, too.

     The night had started fairly well, as Remington and I made our way to the restaurant where he'd booked reservations. It was warm, and the moon and stars were shining brightly in a clear sky, their light reflecting off of the ripples of the river on our left.

     "So...how's training going?" Remington forced out, obviously as nervous about this as I was.

     "Um, as good as to be expected," I responded, avoiding looking at his blue eyes. That would make me more nervous than I already was. 

      I had taken part in the training program for anomalies (or just extremely capable, skilled teens like myself) that the Shadow Elite had been offering. Well, the government asked them to do it, and they agreed. After all, they'd lost some team members recently in the battle with Khan, so they needed to find some more.

     He nodded to himself twice, before nervously clearing his throat. "Ah...are you enjoying it?"

     "Uh, sure," I responded, watching him out of the corner of my eyes.

     "Um...uh..." He scrambled for something to say. "Here's the restaurant."

     "Looks like a nice place," I said, smiling at him. He seemed to relax a little.

     "Yeah, my brothers Will and Ryno once ate here, and they said it was good."

      I let my smile falter slightly. "Well...they'll eat just about anything, won't they?"

      "Yeah, I guess so," he admitted.

      The two of us walked into the restaurant, and the host demanded gruffly. "Alright, where do you want to sit?" Before we could reply, she snapped, "Just kidding, you don't get to choose. You sit where I sit you."

      Remmington and I traded glances as the hostess shot off like...I don't know, a cheetah chasing a gazelle. We hurried to keep up, where she sat us in the back room. 

     "Your waitress will be with you shortly," she huffed before hurrying off.

     "Sorry about that, Bryn. I didn't know the service was this bad," he apologized.

     "It's not your fault. You said Will and Rachel were going to be here soon?" I questioned.

      "Will texted and said they just pulled in; they had to drop Lakin off at the mall next door," he informed me.

     I nodded, nervous again. Oh, come on, this will be fun!

     I was able to keep this train of thought for, oh, about two seconds. That's when the waiter came up. Ignoring me completely, she immediately started flirting with Remington, who was very ill at ease about the whole deal.

     So, for the rest of the evening, Will, Lakin, and I were left with half-filled glasses and cold food while Remington's was fresh, and his water was refilled just about after every time he took a drink.

     As we got up to leave, Remington offered to pay the tip as well as the bill.

     "You can pay the bill, but we are not leaving a tip," I hissed.

     He looked confused.

     "Oh, come on, don't pretend you didn't notice!"

     "I was actually rather enjoying the service," he said with great dignity.

     "Well, I'm not going on another date with you ever again!" I declared.

      Remington's face blanched, and at first, I thought it was because of what I'd said. But he was staring behind me, at the reflections in the glass. "They've found us, Bryn."

     Confused, I tore my gaze from his frightened face and looked beyond him...

     Into the barrels of several guns.

Two hours later, fourteen stitches, and a gunshot graze, not to mention the food poisoning...it was the worst date ever.

     But hey, at least we got out alive. I guess things could have been worse.