Kendall's Point Of View ~

The day begins just like any other. Waking before even the birds have, then downing coffee that can't yet make me too happy as it's still so damn early. My hair is mindlessly brushed and my teeth cleaned. I take one last look at my roughly made, and surely still warm bed before the time states that I must drag myself out of my apartment if I don't wish to be late. The fresh morning air immediately hits me, making me shiver and wish so badly I could just go back inside.

My walk to the car is short, but brisk. For I own an imaginary that most of the time gets the better of me. As my bum sits perfectly back into my unintentional mould that I created of the drivers seat, I display a sigh of relief that no monsters came out from the early, dark morning hours. The engine on, but I wait for a moment as I hear the sound of my phone buzzing for me to view whatever notification is there. I ruffle through my bag, coming across everything thinkable before my phone is found.

I roll my eyes, I can't seem to stop myself.

For the comment left on my profile by a guy that carries the name Chris isn't the most flattering, nor respectful. I have grown quite unbothered to such comments, with now showing only the slightest touch of annoyance hence my reaction of a subtle eye roll.

I have come a long way.

I exhale loudly right as my foot pushes down on the petal, the car following it's command immediately, but the drive isn't the worst . . for it's a chance for me to be with my own thoughts before I arrive at the hustle that is work. Of course, Chris wasn't a match. And neither have any of those other guys that I actually got the chance to meet and have a first date. My hands grip down on the steering wheel as I think back on those dates and I can't help but cringe . . especially the second date.

It was only two different guys, and two different first dates. They weren't bad, but they weren't good either. The first guy kinda gave off the vibe that he would never be ready to settle down, but as for the second guy . . well I kinda got the feeling he wasn't quite over his ex yet, let's just say his tears spoke for themselves. I slump back into my seat, my hands loosing up completely from the steering wheel as they fall mindlessly into my lap. The red traffic light glowing in the still dark early morning hours, but I know sunrise isn't too far off now.

Is this what dating is like?

Endless first dates mixed with guys that aren't over their past relationships? I shake my head at the exhausting idea of it all. I feel myself feeling hopeless, feeling lost even. But I can't break over such ridiculous things. I have been out of the dating game for years myself, I just need to get used to being back in it again. The traffic around me has had their turn, but now it's mine. The glow of green sends cars starting back up, drivers becoming alert as each car slowly moves forward and onward to meet the speed they once had.

The sight of work leaves me irritated, but my colleague and good friend pulls up just in time to keep my attitude in check.

"So, how was your date? . . "

Tilly asks me. Her smile is radiant, her voice is so optimistic. I step out of my car, looking at her with a blank expression. Shaking my head and quite frankly wanting to rip my hair out.

"Oh no. What happened? . . "

"His ex happened . . "

I say calmly yet bluntly, getting to the point. "Please don't tell me he wasn't over his ex . . "

"I don't believe he was . . "

I need to forget about this. I need some kind of distraction from these seemingly disastrous dates. And dare I say, work is going to help me out with that. It does help somewhat, but not in the way I so wish. As I look back and forth at the clock - the hands just don't seem to move. Maybe that's the problem . . I'm trying not to look but I can't help it. The tapping of fingernails from this disgruntled women keeps my focus on her and actually off the clock. She huffs and puffs and clears her throat on multiple occasions that I seem to have lost count. Each time I would look at her, she is sure to make certain to frown at me, before once again - huffing, puffing and clearing her throat.

She isn't pleased.

But I maintain my smile. My customer service voice feeling as if it echos within the vet surgery. The computer mouse clicks, breaking the fragments of silence in between her obvious attempts to let me know that she is displeased with our service. The door behind me opens and a rush of relief begins to fill me up.

"Mrs Abbott. I understand your frustration with the price of your dogs consultation . . "

Dr Jones says as he now stands beside me.

"I am very upset. The consultation for my Henry didn't take very long at all so I don't understand why it is so expensive . . "

Her voice sweet, but stern. She adjusts her large glasses as she continues to speak.

"I am on a pension! . . "

Dr Jones leaves my side. Exiting the safety of behind the front deck in its entirety to tend to Mrs Abbott and stand beside her. I overhear him express his apologies before escorting her somewhere more private where only the two of them can speak. I stay behind, continuing to finish off Mrs Abbott's information to place in our system. The tranquility soothes me immediately. Imaginarily lounging in it until our next client is due.

"Okay. And done . . "

I whisper, feeling proud of myself for finishing something and all without glancing over at that damn clock. The computer even giving me the tick of approval as it saves all of Mrs Abbotts information I have just filled in. I stand up, walking over to the water dispenser that is always maintained with only the freshest, coolest water.

My phones buzzes . .

Making me return to the front desk. I open the top drawer where it has been hiding all this time. A notification but not just any . . but from that dreadful dating app. I open the app to dare I say have a quick look at who has appeared to be intrigued by the selection of photos I have chosen to represent myself with.

His name is Michael.

I raise an eyebrow as I look through his profile, as I look at him. He is gorgeous. I can't allow my inner thoughts of the past dates to get the best of me. So, I relax, going mindless instead. I continue looking at this Michael character and I can't seem to put my finger on it, but there is something so charming, something so incredibly beautiful about him. It's the eyes for me so far. A tiny hmm escapes from my lips and my intrigued finger mindlessly swipes right on him.

to be continued.