After Sam paid the bill they left the restaurant, outside he asked if she wanted to share a taxi. She couldn't say no to that, she didn't like taking taxis on her own, she always dreaded having to share pointless small talk with chatty cabbies. Just drive me home and leave me alone, she would think.
'Yes, I would like that.'
In the taxi Sam put his arm around Aurora's shoulders. She felt awful, he must have felt the date went well. She only wanted to share a cab and now she was feeling guilty. Maybe she could see him again. What harm could it do, really? He was handsome, if a little boring, but she was sure he wouldn't talk about toy cars all the time. The taxi pulled up outside her flat in Shoreditch. Aurora tried to give Sam some money towards to taxi but he refused. See, he was a gentleman. She could do worse. A lot worse in fact. Some of the men she'd been on dates with in the last 3 months had been diabolical.
The last date was 2 weeks ago, with a wannabe Politician, he idolised the likes of David Cameron and Thatcher. He spoke about them the whole time. It had driven Aurora mad. 'I think he's such a role model, people should look up to him. He's doing so many good things for this country.'
'Yes, I suppose so,' said Aurora. She had wanted to tell him to stick his stupid views up his public school educated bottom. He had gone on like that for 2 hours, and the more Aurora drank the more he morphed into Thatcher or the political Ant and Dec that is Cameron and Osborne. She had to keep blinking at him as his hair changed from black to ginger. The next glance and his forehead had started to shine. She had to get out of there before she looked across and saw that baby Chancellor gurning back at her. In the end she threw her napkin across the table at him, 'I've heard enough,' and she stormed out fuming. She had thought about telling him he looked a little like them, but she could imagine him taking it as a compliment. She wished she had when she got home, she imagined he would probably have tweeted about it whilst rolling around on his bed with his Conservative party scrapbook. Idiot.
She swore that would be the last blind date she'd go on, but somehow Tasha persuaded her into this one. She had moaned and groaned for the last week, in the end Aurora had agreed, under the condition this was the last time.
Thinking about Tory boy, tonight hadn't been so terrible after all.
'I really enjoyed tonight. I'd like to do it again sometime,' said Sam.
She looked up at him. Under the street lamp he looked cute, his eyes were almost sparkling. How could she say no to those eyes. 'Yes, I'd like that too.'
'I've got your number, I'll ring you.'
'Ok.'
'Goodnight, Aurora, it was a pleasure.'
'Goodnight.'
She climbed out after Sam. He gave her a hug, he felt nice against her, strong, protective and he smelt like…what? What was that smell? Dog poo.
She didn't know if she should tell him. What if he likes to roll around in his dog's poo? What if it's a new fragrance 'Dog Eggs, for men', maybe there's a cat poo one for women.
'Sam, i'm not sure how to say this, I think you might have stepped in something?' Gulp.
He moved away from her and looked down at his feet. Oh no, he had stepped in what must have been a pretty large poo.
'Ah, well that's rather embarrassing, I probably shouldn't tell the taxi driver,' he said, not looking Aurora in the eye. 'Err, bye then.'
She walked off towards her flat as he got back into the taxi, she turned to wave as he pulled away. As she turned back she hadn't realised how close she was to the steps, she stumbled and fell flat on her stomach, protecting her face. She heard a howl of laughter. It sounded like Tasha, she had been sitting at the window the whole time, she is such a cheeky bugger.
'Did you have a nice trip?'' Tasha shouted in between laughing out of the top window.
'Bugger off Tash.' She was glad it was dark, maybe Sam didn't see the fall. 'Do you think he saw?'
'Well he was looking out of the window, so I would expect so.'
Great, Aurora thought, this night couldn't have gone much worse. Until she looked down at her beautiful favourite shoes and saw poo. Not just a bit of poo. Lots of poo. Poo all over her strappy heels. He'd stepped on her foot.
'NOOO!'
'What?' said Tasha from the window. 'What have you done now?'
'Well, Sam stepped in dog poo, and he only went and stepped on my favourite shoes.' She wanted to cry, her favourite shoes ruined. How could she wear them again, knowing they'd had poo on them.
Tasha had stepped back from the window, but Aurora could still hear a faint laugh from inside the flat.
Annoyed, but knowing Tash was not going to let this go, Aurora swallowed her pride and walked up the steps to her flat.
In the flat, Tasha, was laying on the sofa watching TV. 'So, Aurora, how was it?'
'Went alright, he was nice but…'
'But what?'
'It wasn't exactly perfect. I just didn't feel it. In romance novels, as soon as the heroine meets her one she instantly knows. I want that feeling, Tash, and look at my shoes.'
'Oh please, why do you need that feeling? Be like me, free like a bird. I can do what I want, when I want.'
'Whatever, hippy. I'm off to bed. Night.'
She put her stinky shoes next to the bin and would decide whether she could rescue them in the morning.
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