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MidReal Story
Rekindled Hearts
Scenario:I go dating with my brother's best friend. My brother died ten years ago, and his friend Oliver want to help me but I like him and we are on a date. But he saw his exgirlfriend at the next table
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Sarah Jennings
Oliver's exgirlfriend and a complication in his life with Emily, exgirlfriend of Oliver and acquaintance of Emily through Oliver.
Oliver Reed
Emily's date and her late brother's best friend, friends with Emily and exboyfriend of Sarah, tall with dark hair and blue eyes, protective and conflicted.
Emily Carter
dating Oliver, no direct relationships with other protagonists, short brown hair, green eyes, compassionate and resilient.
I pull my car into the parking lot next to the restaurant and shut off the engine.
I’m a little early, so I check my phone for any new messages before climbing out.
Nothing.I’m a little nervous about this date with Oliver Reed.
It’s been ten years since my brother passed away, and now I’m dating his best friend.
It feels a little wrong, but at the same time, it feels right.
He’s the only man I’ve ever felt comfortable with.
"Here goes nothing," I mutter to myself as I climb from the car and head toward the entrance.
Inside, the hostess leads me to a table near the back, and Oliver is already seated.
I take in his tall, muscular form in his dark suit, and his blue eyes lift to meet mine.
I smile as I drop into my seat.
"Sorry I’m a little late. Traffic."
As we settle into our seats, the soft hum of conversation and clinking glasses envelops us, a gentle accompaniment to the nervous energy coursing through my veins.
I notice Oliver's gaze drifting to the next table, his eyes locking onto something - or someone - that makes his expression falter.
My own gaze follows his, and my heart skips a beat as I take in the sight of Sarah Jennings, her porcelain skin and raven hair a striking contrast to the warm tones of the restaurant.
She catches Oliver's eye and offers a tentative smile, stirring something unspoken between them, a silent understanding that makes my skin prickle with unease.
My heart tightens, but I focus on the menu, pretending not to notice the tension that's suddenly thickened the air.
I clear my throat, trying to sound casual, and ask, "Do you think my brother would be okay with this?"
Oliver hesitates, his eyes flickering back to me, shadowed by memories that I can only begin to imagine.
He reaches for his glass of water, taking a slow sip before answering, his voice low and measured. "He'd want you to be happy."
The words hang in the air, heavy with meaning, as I search his face for any sign of insincerity.
But all I see is sincerity, a deep-seated conviction that makes my chest ache with emotion.
Just as I'm about to respond, a waiter appears at our table, his bright smile a jarring contrast to the somber mood.
"Can I take your orders?" he asks, his pen poised over his notepad.
Oliver nods, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'll have the grilled salmon."
I nod, still trying to process the weight of his words. "I'll have the same."
As the waiter disappears, Oliver's gaze drifts back to Sarah, and I feel a pang of jealousy stab at my heart.
Suddenly, Sarah stands up, her eyes locked onto Oliver's, and begins to make her way towards us.
