“Maybe I should’ve stayed home tonight.” I stared down at the restaurant menu as if it could somehow erase the fact that I was sitting here, on a Friday night, alone, wearing heels that pinched the life out of my toes about to meet a man I didn’t even know. A blind date?, yes. The kind my mother insisted was “perfect for my post-heartbreak recovery.” Perfect. Yeah, because what I needed after three years of betrayal was to sit across from some stranger and pretend I wasn’t still crying into my pillow two nights ago. I didn’t hear the footsteps at first. My nerves had plugged every other sense. But then there was a little shift in the chair opposite me, a man slid into the seat, calm, confident, with the kind of posture that screamed, I own this room even if you don’t know it yet. I lifted my gaze, half-expecting some generic, awkward-looking guy with nervous eyes and a sweat-stained collar. And then I saw him. A tall figure, sharp suit, dark hair that caught the soft glow
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