A Perfect DateCrow Kross was seventeen. His appearance was that of an average person who preferred the Goth style black clothing, black eyeliner, shaggy black hair tipped blue. He was handsome, in an intimidating, intense, piss-me-off-and-I'll-gouge-your-eyes-out kind of way. In social situations, he was usually impassive, bored looking, and had shielded himself as a person from outsiders. Only one other person besides his twin sister Nyx had actually gotten past that shell.A Perfect Date5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Quinn was that person, that girl. Also seventeen, the name she went by was short for her real name, Quintessence. She looked relatively average glasses, blonde hair at a mild length with a touch of red in it, wearing clothes any teenager would wear (currently in black pants and a pale green t-shirt). She was a wallflower and preferred it that way.
And right now, the two of them were on a date, and Quinn was frantic.
Perhaps not as frantic as she would be if she were being chased by a bear. Maybe a better term would