Wrong Target Novels & Stories

"But you've got the wrong idea. I'm not here on a blind date." Wait-what? My eyes went wide. "This isn't Table 87" "Yes, this is Table 8. But it's the VIP section's Table & He casually pointed out toward the main hall. "Your Table 8 is to the left when you go back out." "O-Oh, I'm so sorry! I got the wrong table!" I wanted to crawl into a hole. No wonder he looked at me like I was nuts. I shot up from my seat and rushed out of there.

At last, I could breathe easy again. I did not just mistakenly send that one message; I also blasted the new draft meant for my editor to him. Their profile pictures matched, and the name was Adrian. I shot Adrian a message, [Seriously, your name is a recipe for disaster.] She responded, [I like it. Switch to a guy's name, and those foreigners won't be sending hate mail after reading my stuff, boo-hoo.] I replied, [Looks like it's gonna cost me either way.] She shot back, [Profile pic updated. (Screenshot)]

I can’t keep thinking about these things, or I will mess it up. I am waiting for my food to be ready when my cell starts to ring. My first thought is that it is Aubrey, but when I take it out, I see Hugo’s name flashing on my screen. Part of me wants to ignore it because I know what I am doing behind his back is wrong. No, maybe bad isn’t the right word. There is nothing wrong with Aubrey and me being together. We are doing it in secret, which makes it wrong. Taking a deep breath, I answer. He will call back if I don’t.