My Best Friend's Father
I giggle.
“What’s so funny?”
“A joke I heard earlier. Listen, Adam, you seem like a sweet guy, but I’m not the one.”
“Who says I’m looking for the one? I’m looking for Ms. Right Now, not Mrs. Right.”
“Hmm, how… poetic.” He chuckles, throwing back his drink. He thinks he’s amusing; I roll my eyes and sigh. Why did I let Gianna force me into this blind date? The phone pings—that familiar ping; I’ve been waiting for it all day.