Novel & Cerita The Dater's Handbook

Zamantha giggled, even though she can unequivocally noticed that Zoey's nose was now flaring in so much anger. "As a matter of fact, I only downloaded that app to find you a date, and a boyfriend if luck goes our way. And, all the information I said to 'iamsher.Locked' were all about you. So. ." Zamantha grinned like she was the third devilish daughter of Mrs. Lavigne. "In other words, it was you who was really meeting him tonight, at exactly eight thirty at Dacre Club. Goodluck, 'millieleven'. It's your username, by the way." Then, Zamantha winked at her. "Let's swap phones for the meantime, alright?"

The battle would be over before it began. Maleek Date had a purpose now. He had seventy-two hours to make her see him for what he wanted to be. As he approached the campus that was known for its culinary arts program, he wondered if this would be the last time he made this drive or would he be picking her up more often. He hoped beyond all hope that it was the latter and not the former. It all hinged on one very stubborn eighteen-year-old girl. He was getting nervous.