Win a Date with Freddie Hamelin (Saara)

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Freddie really hated the stupid idea. The whole idea was asinine. How ‘Win a Date with Freddie Hamelin’ had anything to do with radio or put more money in his or the station’s pockets was beyond him. It simply meant that he had to spend the evening with some middle-aged soccer mom who would spend the whole night blushing and trying to touch his biceps. His plan was to get drunk before they got there and pray for spontaneous combustion. Either them or him, it didn’t matter. The night would probably be awful.

At least Peter got to choose the restaurant. Granny’s had been the obvious choice. He loved the food, it was close to his house so could walk, and it was all pretty cheap. The Station had given him one hundred and fifty bucks for dinner, he planned to spend twenty and pocket the rest. Not that he need the money. It was the principle of the matter, the principle of not making Freddie Hamelin do something he didn’t want to do. If he had any luck the night would end quickly and leave him a little richer and a lot drunker.

As Freddie sat in his corner booth waiting for his date, he started counting his teeth with his tongue. A few more minutes went by, and he was sure he had been stood up. Sure they still had fifteen minutes left until they wouldn’t be considered very early, but who would now if he left. He could say he was stood up, and if his date said any different he would just call them a liar. After all he was very convincing.

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Saara was shocked that she had won. She'd only entered the contest on her friends guiding. She adored the presenter though. His show was the only thing she listened to on the radio. She looked down at her dainty dress and frowned. No one would ever believe she was over 16 in that thing. That was part of the rules... be 16 or over. Saara was only 14. So she walked to her small wardrobe. She pulled out a light colour cardigan. It was pretty cold out, then a crop top she had never worn. One of the older girls had brought it for her as a birthday present. She placed the cardigan and top on the small bed she had, then pulled out a pair of faded boyfriend jeans.

When she was dressed she pulled on a pair of grey trainers and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked okay. She tousled her hair, and placed some jewellery on. With the little make up she had, she made her lips red and outlined her eyes in dark eyeliner. She nodded at her reflection. For some reason she loved the whole dressing up part. She loved getting ready. If only she had fancier dresses. She tugged on a faux fur jacket, feeling comfort in the warmth of the hood. Somewhere she knew she had loved wearing fur clothes and long cloaks.

She walked into Granny's Diner where she had been told to go. She'd been instructed that he would be waiting for her in one of the booths, so she walked nervously through the Diner, trying to build up her nerves. She held her head high despite the nerves, she caught always remember acting quite refined. She'd been told she acted haughty and posh.

“Hello Mr Hamelin” she spoke timidly, any courage leaving her. She was in front of one of her 'heroes'. She played with her fingers, rubbing each finger inbetween the opposite thumb and forefinger. “Sorry if I was late..” she added a little awkwardly. She slid down into the booth, and placed her hands on the table.

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