Max’s profile was refreshingly normal. No shirtless mirror selfies, no weird bios — just a quiet smile and a line that said: “Let’s skip the small talk and do something a little different.”
Intrigued, she messaged him: “Like what?”
He replied a few minutes later: “Ever done a scavenger hunt for a first date?”
Lily stared at the message, unsure. It sounded cheesy. But it also sounded like effort — the kind of effort people rarely made these days. So she said yes.
They met the following Sunday at 11 a.m., outside a downtown coffee shop. It was raining lightly — not enough to cancel, but enough to make her question her shoe choice. Max was taller than he looked in photos, and just as awkward. He miled, handed her a laminated clue, and said, “This is either going to be fun or very weird.”
It started rough. The first clue was too vague, and they wandered around for twenty minutes in the rain. Lily’s bangs stuck to her forehead, and Max kept apologizing for the poor planning.
“I swear it looked clearer when I wrote it out,” he said.
“Are all your dates like this?” she teased.
“No,” he grinned. “This is my first time trying to impress someone with riddles in the rain.”
They ended up solving it eventually — the answer was a hidden bookstore cafe. Inside, they warmed up with coffee, and Lily started to relax. They talked about their favorite books, how they both hated networking events, and how dating was a strange mix of hope and exhaustion.
The second clue was easier. It led them to a park where they had to find a sculpture of a woman with a bird on her houlder. They argued — nicely — about whether it was a pigeon or a crow. Max let Lily win.
Throughout the hunt, there were awkward silences. Lily sometimes walked too fast when she got nervous. Max fumbled with his umbrella and once dropped a clue into a puddle. But between the missteps, there were real moments: both ughing when they took a wrong turn into an alley full of dumpsters, or when Lily made a sarcastic remark that caught Max off guard and made him laugh so hard he snorted.
At the final clue — a tiny bridge over a creek with string lights above it — they stood side by side. Not touching, not rushing. Just… still.
“This was actually fun,” Lily said.
“I was kind of terrified you’d hate it,” Max admitted.
“I almost did,” she said, smiling. “But you made it worth it.”
They didn’t kiss. Not yet. But Max walked her to her car and asked if they could do something a little more normal next time — maybe dinner. She said yes.
Now, three years later, they’re planning their wedding. The scavenger hunt box — laminated clues and all — is tucked in a drawer, worn and wrinkled. They still laugh about the puddle clue, the bird debate, and the awkward umbrella fumble.
But to them, that first date wasn’t perfect — and that’s what made it real. It was two flawed people, getting rained on, guring it out one clue at a time.
And that’s still how they love each other now.
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