Matt had been ready to puke while waiting for Delilah. Kendall had only given him his blind date's name because she had been running late and causing him to break into a cold sweat. Delilah,
Delilah. Would a Delilah think he was interesting? Delilah was a different sort of name, he was just
Matt. Matt, the...that nice chap! That nice
guy. He didn't have any attitude problems, he didn't have crazy ex-girlfriends to worry about, he just had---a past he'd like to forget, and that's what kept the constant smile on his face.
"She ditched me for Courtney," Matt tried to joke to Kendall, letting out a nervous laugh. "It's the accent. Everyone
loves an Australian accent."
But then, Kendall was disappearing and there was Delilah shouting after him and bloody hell. He didn't know what to say. She was---much prettier than the troll he was terrified she'd be (awful, awful thing of him to think!), and she seemed to have no problem hollering in public at world famous quidditch players. So Matt did what he usually did: he smiled and laughed, putting his hand out to finally meet Delilah.
"I'm Matt," he said with a slight shake of his head. "Summerby. I'm not very good at this either."
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