Moon Dancer was feeling unwell.
And how could she not? For the first time ever, she is going on a date with somepony.
A Somepony who probably doesn't like her and thinks she's a nuisance.

"You'll be fine," Her friends kept telling her, "What's the worst that could happen?" They kept saying.
"I could go on that date instead if you aren't feeling like it," Her friend Minuette kept suggesting.
Moon Dancer thought of taking her up on that offer, if only to escape the awkward situation she was doomed to find herself in.

But Alas, the moment has come.
And with steady steps, Moon Dancer made her way to Canterlot Central Park.

She wasn't expecting to find her date doing what he did when she found him.
She expected him to skulk in a dark corner, or perhaps read a book as he sat under the shade of a tree.

She did not expect to find him sitting on a bench, a loaf of bread in hoof, throwing breadcrumbs to birds.

Moon Dancer wasn't sure how long she sat there watching him, but it seemed that the answer was too long, as he threw an entire slice of the bread he was holding into the nearby pond, the ducks racing to get a bite of their new breakfast.

"Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to join me?" His words got her out of her funk, and slowly she walked forwards and sat next to him. Watching as he simply ignored her and kept feeding the pigeons and ducks.

"Birds are beautiful creatures, aren't they?" His voice cut through the silence, causing her to jump, scaring away a few of the closer birds.

An unamused eye turned to look at her before it returned to looking at the birds, some of which already came back as if forgetting why they were scared away to begin with.

"I guess birds are pretty, yes." Moon Dancer cringed at her answer, the awkwardness of the situation only causing her to feel even worse about everything.

'I should tell him, I'm not ready for this,' She thought to himself, readying herself to tell him that she isn't ready to date, or anything of the sort, and that perhaps asking him out after only two interactions was a terrible spur of the moment decision.

"Birds do not live as we do," He interrupted her thought process, "They do not learn as we do, they do not think like we do," His words started to scare her a little, the intensity at which he looked at the small birds eating his breadcrumbs.
It was disturbing.

"They do not ask questions like we do," He continued, "They do not ask where this bread is coming from, they simply eat,"
"They do not care who feeds them, only that they are being fed," He passed her the loaf of bread, already sliced ahead of time.

"Feed them, if you would," He told her.

Moon Dancer didn't know why she was playing along, maybe it was the way he was speaking or perhaps simple curiosity, but she decided to feed the birds as well. She took a slice of bread and broke off pieces of it, throwing it to the floor lightly.

"As you could see, these birds just keep eating," He told her without even looking in her direction, "They likely haven't even noticed that the hand feeding them has changed, and they likely don't care,"

It was then that he turned to look at her, his dull blue eyes looking straight into her, the lack of pupil making it difficult to figure out what he was thinking.

"I need a place to sleep for a few days, would you mind giving me your address?" He asked her as if it was the most normal thing in the world, and just as if it was a normal thing, Moon Dancer gave it to him.

"Thank you," He told her before standing up from the bench and walking away, leaving Moon Dancer lost in thought, a swarm of pigeons and ducks around her, and a half-finished loaf of bread on her knees.

Almost an entire minute passed before Moon Dancer even realized what happened.

"He ditched me..." She whispered to herself.
"And I gave him my address, to what? To sleep in?" Her unwell feeling got stronger.

And before she knew it, an even worse thought entered her head, Making the unwell feeling she was experiencing, outright nauseating.

"I don't even know what his name is!" Moon Dancer quickly rose from the bench, The bread was thrown over the ground, The birds flew away and she quickly rushed towards the nearest trash can.

And emptied her stomach.

Author's Note

Poor Moon Dancer, Girl can't catch a break