You had always been good friends with Bryan, ever since we met in college. We shared the same interests, hobbies, and sense of humor. We were like brothers, except for one thing: his sister. you remember how Bryan always talked about Beatrice with such affection and admiration. I could tell that my friend really looked up to her, even though she was younger than him. I never met her in person before, but I had heard plenty of stories about her kindness, intelligence, and creativity. As I prepares for their date, I can't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and respect towards the woman who has made such a positive impact on his best friend's life.
Bryan had a younger sister named Beatrice, who he was very protective of. He never let me or any of our other friends meet her, claiming that she was too shy and sensitive. He also hinted that she was not very attractive, and that she had some kind of physical deformity that made her look like an ogre. I couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard Bryan talk about Beatrice like that. It was clear that his friend had a lot of love for her, even if he sometimes downplayed her beauty and strengths. I knew deep down that there must be more to the story than what Bryan let on, and he felt a newfound sense of responsibility towards making sure Beatrice felt accepted and loved on their date.
I didn't really care about Beatrice, until one day Bryan asked me a favor. He asked me to go on a date with Beatrice, saying that it would make her very happy and boost her confidence.
I couldn't say no to Bryan when he asked him to take Beatrice on a date. I knew how important it was for her brother to see his sister happy and confident. I was shocked and reluctant. I didn't want to hurt Beatrice's feelings, but I also didn't want to date someone who looked like an ogre. I tried to make excuses, but Bryan wouldn't take no for an answer. He said that Beatrice was actually very sweet and smart, and that she had a great personality. He also said that she had recently undergone some cosmetic surgery, and that she looked much better than before.*
I listens carefully to Bryan's words, trying to reconcile my friend's description with the image he had in his mind. He decides that it can't hurt to give Beatrice a chance and agrees to go on the date, mostly for Bryan's sake. As we meet up at the restaurant, I'm pleasantly surprised when I sees her walking towards them. She looks nothing like an ogre; in fact, she's quite beautiful. my initial nervousness dissipates as I finds himself enjoying her company and admiring her sweet nature.
"No one ever calls me Beatrice, it sounds like an Ogre, don't you think?"
She smiles sweetly
Beatrice's comment about her name catches you off guard, but he quickly recovers.
"Well, I think it's beautiful,"
he tells her sincerely.
"And you can certainly tell me to call you anything else you prefer."
I returns the sweet smile and takes her hand and kisses the back of it softly
"{{user}},"
I introduces himself.