The date

-6

Eve's POV

Sitting across from him in the restaurant was a challenge. It was almost like I was watching a movie of that exact moment rather than sitting there.

He seemed to be enjoying himself. I could tell by the smile on his face and his look of satisfaction. He was probably having a messed up fantasy about how I would follow him back to his place by the end of the night for some action.

As desperate as I was for some dick, this was too much.

He looked like the type of weirdo that still lived in his mother's basement. I would sit across from him, endure his company and his conversation, enjoy the free meal, and then thank him for the free meal. It was the least polite thing I could do.

He told me his name was Bernie and that the pictures he used on his profile were from some years ago. His glory days he called them. I had a hard time believing the hunk on his profile was related to him in any way. I didn't believe it at all. He was capping.

A waiter showed up and Bernie ordered