<div style="text-align: justify"><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FJcn1QCM.png&amp;hash=da21cf5b2a841cbd920a68ca92126cb0" href="https://i.imgur.com/Jcn1QCM.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Catherine Johnson</a> was not one to get nervous before a date.. Or so she had thought until today. After rummaging through wardrobe about five times and panicking about fourteen, Catherine was more open to the idea of being a complete ball of stress, especially when dating came into play. She'd always thought seeing new people was not a problem, but after being single for a while with only random hook ups to speak of, the perspective changed. It was time, however, to relax, and simply enjoy herself and whatever the world planned to throw her way.<br/>
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She was walking down the boulevard when it hit her that the last several time she did blind dates all ended up in a bigger or smaller amount of gross, disgusting and absolutely unnecessary drama. It was not even that the men were not to her liking, but every single one of them desired labels, and a straight up ownership of her person, something that Catherine did not feel comfortable giving to any random man on her path. Though only a few knew about it, the thought of being owned - or rather, the idea of belonging to someone - was something she cared about deeply, but that has to be gained, not just claimed without any regard. Her heart froze for a second. Was that going to be the case here, too?<br/>
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The woman slowed down a little, thinking fast. The warm sun was kissing her exposed skin, leaving her vulnerable and relaxed even with the sudden storm in her head. She decided to wear a simple, quite modest <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2Fb7%2Faf%2F51%2Fb7af51ffecaaf7a63d18acdeaad36d46.jpg&amp;hash=dfaa44e28e53ae230426a7e489c5341f" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b7/af/51/b7af51ffecaaf7a63d18acdeaad36d46.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">summer dress</a>. With her collarbone and shoulders exposed, and her hair down, her neckwas fully visible too, the length and gentle lean of it quite appetizing. Catherine wore flats, paying more attention to feeling comfortable rather than being a walking sex bomb. Stilettos were good. But they were best in the bedroom. The woman snickered to herself and stood in front of a window of one of the shops hugging the side of the boulevard, bringing her hair up into a <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2Ff0%2F54%2F55%2Ff05455394a1862856bd13d3dfbd37ccc.jpg&amp;hash=b269b4873120b56ab372f5cfb9fe98f9" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f0/54/55/f05455394a1862856bd13d3dfbd37ccc.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">messy bun</a>, with strands loose all over.<br/>
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She saw the Terrace cafe from a distance and her heart raced for a second. Why was she getting so nervous? Gulping quietly, Catherine checked herself in the window once again and began walking, a sway to her hips and her svelte form almost swimming through the air. As she came closer, she began to look around, happy that she decided to bring her glasses with her. They offered some privacy to ogle people around, and find the one she was looking for without seeming sheepish and lost. First impression was everything, right? She began to make her way through the outside garden of the cafe, filled with little tables, eyes scanning her surroundings. She was focused, like a predator looking for its pray.<br/>
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Perhaps she was too focused. She only felt herself trip over something and had to show her good reflexes as she grabbed the table in order not to fall face flat onto the ground. "Oh, man..." Cathering mumbled, cheeks flushed with embarrassed red, her form straightening up. "I'm so sorry, I-" She turned around, taking her glasses off, ready to spit out a long series of apologies, only to look right at a man sitting there. She could swear her cheeks got even redder. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking. Sorry." She began to mumble, fumbling with her dress a little to make it easier to move.<br/>
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Well, there went her plan about making an entrance. She just hoped her date didn't see her fail.<br/>
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"Sorry, can I just.." Catherine pointed at the chair at the man's table and, without listening for his answer, plopped down onto it, hiding her face in her hands, sighing heavily. "Okay", she said moments after. "Sorry to interupt you." She gave the man a soft smile, maybe a little bit sheepish and shy still. "I was looking for someone, and I think I was looking way *too hard*..." She began to stand up and grab her bag, sliding the sunglasses on top of her head now.​</div>