Third blind date of the month. That's how desperate my best friend wants me to get a boyfriend. And being her best friend, I just can't say no. Twenty minutes into the date and the guy has already forgotten my name.

How do I know this, you might ask yourself? Let's see: he's called me every single word that ends in "ity" except my name. Oh, I bet you don't believe me. Well, let's just see about that.

Daniel Hackensack: two years older than me, making him twenty-two, intern accountant at Pavitte and Co., and he couldn't remember my name. Or maybe he was just way more interested in the waitress than he was with me.

"So Infinity, what do you do for a living?" He asked me, even though he was eyeing the blonde at the table behind us. I let the name slide by me, just like I did for the past six times.

"I'm a performer actually. I play the piano and concerts." I tried to grin at the man but I'm an apathetic person when it comes to dates, especially blind ones.

"Oh. That's kind of cool. I used to play the recorder in fourth grade." He remarked, as if it was relevant to the conversation we were carrying at all.

"That's... educational." I'm really trying here, but the man was getting on the edge of my rope. Like, the last piece of thread on my very thin and short rope.

"I know, I even made it to city semifinals." I had already concentrated on the food that was coming our way by the time he said the word "I".

This Daniel Hackensack was a completely self-centered and egotistical asshole. And I'd only been on a date with him for twenty one minutes!

The waiter placed the food down on the table and I tried to telepathically tell him that this date was a bust and my cat was probably a better kisser anyway. But the waiter wasn't a psychic and unfortunately, neither was I.

I, however, could make this miserable date go faster by just leaving early.

"Excuse me, can you please bring a to-go box as quickly as possible?" I asked the waiter with almost a pouting face. Disgust just brings out he worst in me.

"Sanity, aren't you going to eat some of your pasta?" The devil-in-disguise asked me. Ok, he wasn't ACTUALLY the devil but he was pretty darn close, if you ask me. The waiter quickly brought me the to-go box and and I rapidly stuffed the spaghetti and meatballs in with a fork.

"Let me help you there, Trinity." Daniel suggested as he grabbed his own fork and pinched it down on one of the meatballs. My eyes narrowed on the meatball and then on him.

I pushed my chair back and stood up abruptly. I slammed my hands down so hard on the table I actually thought I might've broken them.

"Listen here, Daniel." Reaching for the fork over the table, my silverware clattered to the floor.

"First of all, never EVER take my food." I screeched at him, my eyes open wide with a fire.

"But it's not like you'll ever be able to again since, secondly, you are terrible company and we will never go on a date again." Panting by now, I wanted to finish up my Oscar-worthy speech before u completely passed out with exhaust at home.

"And lastly, my name is Destiny. As in 'I just a had a date with Destiny, but I was a jerk, so I'm not gonna have any more dates for the rest of my life!'"

And with that, I grabbed the napkins on the table, as well as my to-go box filled with spaghetti, meatballs, and Devil cooties, and walked out of Parkie's Palace with my head held high. Well, I held my head high until I remembered that I had taken an uber and my car was at my apartment. Which happened to be fifteen miles away.

Curses on all things far away.

So here I was, Destiny Collins, walking around in the rain wearing a fancy dress. My heels and cellphone were in one hand, and spaghetti and meatballs in the other. I rang up Margo (the best friend who set me up with the jerk) and she decided to completely ignore my call.

"Margo Louise Jones, if you don't answer my call, I'll tell your mother you threw away her Christmas Sweater." I threatened on the voicemail as I walked to the park.

Jefferson Park has been in my hometown for as long as I can remember. It's where I go when I need to be alone.

I sat down on one of the empty benched and set my stuff down. I looked up to the clouded sky and yelled at it. Immature, I know, but you can't blame me.

The universe sucks for having sent me an asshole like Daniel Hackensack.

"Why are you being so mean to me today?" I whispered to the sky with my eyes closed. The raindrops rolled down my face as it started to slow down. Eventually they stopped falling.

"Hm, maybe fate is deciding to be nice to me for once." I muttered to myself, leaning back on the bench, half drifting off. There was a moment of silence between the rain and I.

"Or this is your first date with destiny."

Ok, definitely not the rain.

A/N: I'm probably a little butthead for not even updating my other story, but I was up until 2am last night because I got this fantastic idea. Don't judge me...

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