Five | Dates

Elias looked at her—the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled and the effortless way she had become a part of his week. "I don't have a plan," he admitted. "But I’m already thinking about what we’re doing for date six."

Sarah reached out and took his hand. "Good. Because I'm still owed a rematch at mini-golf." If you'd like, I can: Write a about their first anniversary. Rewrite the story from Sarah’s perspective . Change the genre (make it a mystery or a thriller). Five Dates

It wasn't supposed to be a date. Elias had been trying to fix a jammed printer in the library when Sarah, a girl he’d seen exactly three times, offered him a spare ink cartridge and a sympathetic look. To thank her, he suggested coffee. They spent forty minutes arguing over whether a hot dog is a sandwich and another twenty realizing they both owned the same obscure 1970s sci-fi novel. When Elias walked her to her car, the air felt a little lighter. Elias looked at her—the way her eyes crinkled