meet cute prompts
Meet Cute Prompts thaipothetical-situations: “meet cute (n): a scene in which a future romantic couple meets for the first time in a way that is. We recently asked members of the BuzzFeed Community to tell us about meet- cute stories that actually happened to them. Here are some of. An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works.
He could see her still watching him in her rear view mirror. And - good news!
See, that’s what the app is perfect for.
But then her attention moved back to the task at hand and she was slowly inching away from him. Dorian put his car into gear, let out the clutch… and stalled it. The sudden lurch forward had her turning around to watch him. What the hell, he thought. Instead of sinking down in his seat or covering his face from embarrassment, Dorian simply smiled and shrugged.
He knew he was blushing badly. Just the way she was looking at him had his heart pounding. A minute or two later and they reached the end of the construction zone.
Real Life Meet-Cute
She held up her phone, gave a noncommittal shrug, and then she was on her way. She turned off onto a side street before he could pass her. And just like that, she was gone. As she watched Asterin move around the room laughing and smiling, Manon wondered how she managed it. Waving to her cousin, she kept to the wall as she made her way to the main table.
All the other Blackbeak cousins were there, with their boyfriends and girlfriends and spouses. You need to settle down and start a family. Her blood boiled at the thought of having to sit there and listen to that all night. Leaning against the side of the building, she thought back to the incident the day before. Nothing bad had happened.
Both scenarios left her the subject of family gossip, something that happened too much anyway.
- Meet Cute Prompts
And she did want to reply. His reaction to fucking up his shifting had sealed the deal. Nice excuse to avoid Her mind stopped as her eyes landed on a bright blue Mercedes in the back corner of the lot. He looked as good as she remembered.
And his voice… It was freezing out here but she felt a sudden heat wash over her. He heard no sound, saw no other people. In a tight black dress that hugged every curve. Her hair falling loose down her back. Fingers were snapping in his face. I missed what you said. Paired up with Connall for the ceremony.
She waved to the bride then disappeared out a back door. But seeing her up close, being able to speak to her… his self-doubt disappeared. His worry came roaring back and he was about to apologize and go back inside when she smiled. I happened to be very distracted at the time. He took up pacing where she left off.
Liz sighed, watching surreptitiously as he made his way up and down the patio. Might as well look at this as an opportunity to practice her profiling skills. Getting a read on a mostly-naked stranger would be an interesting challenge, one she wouldn't have a chance to attempt very often.
He kept his hair short in the front, in that weird haircut favored by men who weren't ready to admit their hairlines were receding. The hair he had was clean but sleep-mussed, shot through with the occasional strand of white.
He wasn't in great shape, but it wasn't terrible either—like age and overindulgence had caught up to him and he'd developed a bit of a paunch. Muscular thighs and an admittedly great ass. Faded tattoos, mostly traditional designs.
Another quick glance as he passed her revealed a back covered with extensive scarring. That probably explained his nerves. She knew she shouldn't. Hell, the man was a total stranger and considerably older than her, to boot, yet here he was, taking advantage of the situation to hit on her.
Still, it was only her name and she wouldn't have to see him again after tonight. If he became a problem, she could put in a request to have her room changed. In general, at least. The mountains are… peaceful. The last thing I want from a vacation is a cheap hotel filled with rowdy, drunken college students just trying to get in each other's pants.
#260: the meet cute
After a long, tense moment of unbroken eye contact, the man uttered in a low voice, "That's a shame. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly before she trusted herself to speak.
Why would I—" "Raymond," he said, still studiously avoiding her eyes. He stood smoothly, walked in step with her towards the hotel. But isn't this a case of the pot calling the kettle black? The sound of the door sliding shut startled Liz; she shook herself, both figuratively and literally, and returned to her own room, resting her forehead against the cool glass of the door after she turned the lock.