Tom was a quiet man in his thirties. He worked in an office, typing reports all day. But today was different. Today was his first date with Anna. Anna was beautiful, with long brown hair and a smile that made Tom’s heart race. They met at a coffee shop last week. Tom had spilled his tea on the table, and Anna had laughed. “Clumsy but cute,” she said. Now, Tom wanted to impress her.
He planned everything carefully. Dinner at La Bella Italia, a fancy Italian restaurant. He bought red roses from the market. But when he got home, the roses looked sad. Their petals were drooping like tired old men. “Oh no,” Tom muttered. He put them in water, hoping for a miracle.
Tom showered and put on his best shirt. It was blue, his favourite colour. He checked the mirror. “You look good,” he told himself. But his hair stuck up like a bird’s nest. He tried to flatten it with his hand. Splash! He added too much aftershave. Now he smelled like a lemon factory.
At seven o’clock, Tom arrived at the restaurant. Anna was already there, sitting at a table by the window. She wore a red dress. “You look amazing,” Tom said, handing her the roses. Anna smiled. “Thank you! They’re… unique.” The petals fell off as she took them. One landed in her wine glass. Plop!
The waiter came over. He was tall and serious, like a soldier. “Good evening. What would you like?” he asked. Tom wanted to sound sophisticated. “I’ll have the… er… spaghetti carbonara, please.” Anna chose lasagne. “And a bottle of red wine,” Tom added, trying to be romantic.
The wine arrived. Tom poured it carefully. But his hand shook. Glug, glug! He filled Anna’s glass to the top. It overflowed onto the tablecloth. “Oops!” Tom grabbed a napkin. In his panic, he knocked over the salt shaker. White grains flew everywhere, like snow in summer.
Anna giggled. “It’s okay, Tom. Accidents happen.” Tom blushed. His face turned as red as the wine. “I’m usually not like this,” he said. “I promise.”
The food came. Tom’s spaghetti was a big pile of pasta, twisted like a snake. He twirled it on his fork. But the fork was too full. The spaghetti flew across the table. Splat! It hit Anna’s cheek. She wiped it off with a laugh. “Now I’m wearing dinner!”
Tom wanted to hide under the table. But then, disaster number three happened. The waiter returned with garlic bread. As he leaned over, his elbow hit Tom’s glass. Crash! Water splashed all over Tom’s lap. He jumped up. “Ahh! Cold!” His chair tipped back. Bang! He fell onto the floor.
The whole restaurant turned to look. An old lady at the next table dropped her fork. A couple stopped eating their pizza. Tom lay there, wet and spaghetti-covered, staring at the ceiling. Anna stood up and offered her hand. “Are you alright?”
Tom took her hand and stood. His trousers were soaked. He looked like a drowned rat. Everyone waited for him to cry or run away. But instead, Tom started to laugh. It was a big, belly laugh. “Well,” he said, “this is the worst date ever!”
Anna laughed too. Her eyes sparkled. “Actually,” she said, “it’s the best. No one has ever made me laugh so much.” The waiter helped Tom up and brought fresh clothes from the back – an apron that said “Chef’s Helper.” Tom tied it on. Now he looked like a silly cook.
They sat down again. The restaurant clapped. The old lady shouted, “Bravo!” Tom and Anna ate their food, sharing stories. Tom told her about the time he got stuck in a lift at work. Anna shared how she once dyed her hair green by mistake. The wine flowed (without spilling this time). By dessert, they were holding hands.
As they left the restaurant, Tom said, “I’m sorry about tonight.” Anna squeezed his hand. “Don’t be. I like real people, not perfect ones. Let’s do it again – but maybe with pizza next time.”
Tom walked Anna home under the stars. He felt happy, not nervous. Sometimes, disasters are just the start of something wonderful.
Vocabulary Notes
Clumsy (adjective)
Meaning: Not careful or graceful; likely to drop or break things.
Example: “Clumsy but cute,” she said. (Anna says this about Tom after he spills his tea.)
Similar words:
Awkward: Not smooth or confident in movement.
Ungainly: Moving in a heavy, clumsy way.
Butterfingered: Often dropping things because of lack of skill.
Drooping (verb/adjective)
Meaning: Hanging down or bending low, often because of tiredness or weakness.
Example: Their petals were drooping like tired old men. (Tom notices the roses looking sad.)
Similar words:
Sagging: Hanging down loosely, like old skin.
Wilting: Becoming weak and bending, like a plant without water.
Limp: Lacking strength and hanging softly.
Blushed (verb)
Meaning: To turn red in the face because of embarrassment or shyness.
Example: Tom blushed. His face turned as red as the wine. (This happens after he spills the salt.)
Similar words:
Flushed: Becoming red-faced from heat or emotion.
Coloured: Going red, especially from feeling shy.
Crimsoned: Turning a deep red colour suddenly.
Twirled (verb)
Meaning: To spin or twist something quickly around.
Example: He twirled it on his fork. (Tom tries to wrap the spaghetti neatly.)
Similar words:
Spiralled: Moved in a twisting, circular path.
Whirled: Spun around very fast.
Rotated: Turned around a central point.
Soaked (adjective/verb)
Meaning: Wet through with water or liquid.
Example: His trousers were soaked. He looked like a drowned rat. (After the water spills on Tom.)
Similar words:
Drenched: Completely wet, as if under heavy rain.
Saturated: Filled with liquid until no more can be absorbed.
Sodden: Very wet and heavy from water.
Story written by Grok 4 Fast AI.
Image created by Grok 4 Fast AI.
CC Music: Drifting at 432 Hz – Unicorn Heads.
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