Ethan sat at the restaurant, his wheelchair positioned at a comfortable distance from the table. He looked uninterested, his eyes fixed on his phone.
Isabella walked in, spotted Ethan, and felt a pang of disappointment. She had been hoping for a way out of this blind date, and Ethan's obvious disinterest seemed like the perfect excuse.
"Hi," Ethan said curtly, not looking up from his phone. "I'm Ethan."
Isabella sat down opposite him, equally unenthused. "Isabella."
The conversation died there. Ethan continued scrolling through his phone, while Isabella pulled out hers and started texting.
Ethan raised an eyebrow, surprised that Isabella didn't seem to be making an effort to converse with him. His previous dates had all tried to engage him in conversation, despite his obvious disinterest.
Isabella, on the other hand, was surprised that Ethan was so blatant about his lack of interest. Her previous dates had all tried to charm her, even when it was clear she wasn't interested.
As they sat there, both engrossed in their phones, the silence between them grew thicker. Ethan thought to himself, "This girl is not like the others. She's not trying to impress me or win me over." Isabella thought, "This guy is a bastard. He's not even trying to pretend like he's interested."
The date was clearly going nowhere, and neither of them seemed to care.
Ethan spoke up, his voice devoid of emotion. "If you need something, you can order from the menu. I don't plan on staying here for long."
Isabella smiled sweetly. "Thank you, I know. I can take care of myself."
Ethan raised an eyebrow, his tone skeptical. "You seem like you're being forced to be here. Am I right?"
Isabella hesitated for a moment before responding. "Yes, my grandmother is the one who set this up. She's been trying to get me to settle down for a while now."
Ethan snorted. "And I'm sure you're thrilled about it."
Isabella's expression turned wry. "Not exactly. But I humored her anyway."
Ethan leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Isabella's face. "I was forced into this too. My sister thinks I need to 'get out more'."
Isabella laughed, a hint of irony in her voice. "Well, I suppose we're both stuck here now."
Ethan shrugged. "I suppose we are. But since this is clearly not going to work out, I think we can both agree to end this farce now."
Isabella nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. I have better things to do with my time."
Ethan stood up, his movements fluid despite his wheelchair. "Then let's get out of here."
As they prepared to leave, Isabella noticed Ethan's wheelchair and hesitated. "Oh, do you mind if I... um... wheel you outside?"
Ethan's expression turned icy. "I can handle myself, thank you very much. I don't need your help."
Isabella looked concerned. "But how will you get home in this condition? Do you have a driver?"
Ethan's tone was dismissive. "Don't worry about it. I'll take care of myself."
Isabella nodded, but still looked concerned. "Okay, well, I just want to say that if you want your leg to heal faster, you should try eating more foods rich in omega-3 fatty acids and vitamin D."
Ethan raised an eyebrow, his expression incredulous. "Oh, really? And what makes you an expert on my medical condition?"
Isabella smiled sweetly. "I'm just trying to help. I'm a doctor, after all."
Ethan's response was arrogant and rude. "Well, thank you for your concern, Doctor, but I think my actual doctor has things under control. Just leave me alone and focus on your own life."
Isabella's face fell, but she quickly recovered. "Alright, well, I hope you feel better soon."
Ethan pulled out his phone and texted his personal assistant, James. "Hey, James. Need you to come pick me up from the restaurant. Now."
Isabella stepped out of the restaurant, muttering under her breath. "Ugh, what a jerk. I don't know why my grandmother set me up with him."
Ethan, still seated in his wheelchair, shook his head. "Great attitude. Just what I need. A nosy, opinionated woman who thinks she knows it all."
James, Ethan's personal assistant, arrived and began to push Ethan's wheelchair out of the restaurant. "How was the date, sir?"
Ethan scowled. "It was a disaster. She's got a bad attitude and thinks she's some kind of expert on everything."
James nodded sympathetically. "Sorry to hear that, sir. Let's get you home."
Ethan nodded, still grumbling to himself about Isabella's attitude.