Arian initially thought that his cousin was kidding when Saffy had told him that in addition to a book on how to use metal clay with a standard oven, she had also splurged out and bought him a ticket to some sort of lonely hearts valentine’s style blind date dinner as a birthday present.

The dark-haired teen had been horrified to find out that his cousin was serious, but had dropped his weak protests when his cousin had started to get the scary expression on her face that was usually reserved for when the neighbour in the apartment upstairs played his music at crazily loud levels – something to do with the ticket costing fifty bucks and Arian had (most likely) wisely dropped the subject.

Which was why the dark-haired teen was currently staring at the pink postcard that dropped in the morning’s post in the privacy of his bedroom with the sort of stare that most reserved for some sort of wild animal. A serious-looking blue-eyed blonde stared out from a photo tacked beneath the words ‘Meet Your Match’. Arian got as far as the ‘painting my nails’ part under hobbies before wondering if there was a way to skip out of the whole thing without his cousin finding out.

It was a thought that was subjected to a few moments of serious contemplation before with a sigh Arian decided that knowing his luck Saffy would probably somehow find out that he’d done so and then most likely kill him for the waste of money. There was also the fact that it hurt her feelings and despite the fact that Arian could think of half a dozen things he would much rather be doing, the dark-haired teen didn’t want to do that for his cousin – she meant well even if he was starting to wonder what she’d written about him.

As he went to place the postcard on the small desk in the corner the movement dislodged another postcard, the mostly pink card fluttering down to land on the carpet before Arian picked it up to get a closer look at it. Wait two cards? Surely there was some mistake. But that was definitely the address of the apartment printed on the card and like the first one there was his name printed above the address. Unlike the first photo the dark-haired teen actually recognised the girl staring out from the picture, although the last time he’d seen the mint-haired girl had been during New Year’s during a party at the coffee shop where she worked.

Arian decided it was a mix-up – it had to be – they couldn’t both be his blind date, although his name on both postcards it was hard to tell which of the two was the correct one. Another sigh and then the dark-haired teen placed both postcards on the table. The mix-up wasn’t exactly helping his lack of enthusiasm towards the whole thing, but for now Arian was going to pretend that they didn’t exist. Time enough to do so when looking for something formal enough to pass muster for when the day finally swing round.

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