"It’s the one thing I can’t get over," she stated, matter of factly, twirling her hair and basking in the self-confidence of a liberal discourse as the waitress took their plates. "Such a waste. Our personalities may have clashed but our colors would have mixed so well. Interracial children are just so, so much more adorable - don’t you think?!"
It took his nervous hesitation and the first indications of a sinking smile for the realization to even cross her mind.
It's not that she was colorblind, just slightly awkward... somewhat unobservant. After all, liberal he may have been, but black he was not. A Washingtonian WASP, born and raised. Drawn to her blond, blue-eyed, hourglass figure. Apparently drawn, as well, to the thought that they might be compatible enough to bear children. Ready to settle down, with a hometown girl who didn’t speak of offspring with the same casual excitement as his niece did of Bratz dolls.
"Dessert?" she offered, meekly attempting to fill the silence.
First dates are overrated.
Luckily, chocolate never disappoints - regardless of the color.