Why would he have eaten without me?

  Rude.

  I shuffle a few steps forward, my heart tap-dancing in my chest, and there’s a low hum buzzing in my ears. The guy hasn’t looked up yet, but the only other patrons I see sit in pairs or groups, so I’m assuming this hunk of man flesh is Derek, even though he said he’d have on a black jacket. Whatever. All I can think is...

  Score.

  As a professional blind-dater, I’ve learned to trust my first impressions. Never before have I had this sort of sensation. It doesn’t feel like my feet are touching the floor, and everything around has blurred edges. There’s a light shining down on him like a heavenly sunbeam through the clouds, and I notice he’s looking down at a book.

  He’s reading.

  Oh, my god.

  He’s reading an actual book.

  I squint and see it’s an older, hard-bound copy of The Great Gatsby, one of my favorites of all time, and I’m half in love already.

  Maybe Helga has the magic touch after all.

  I cover half the distance between the door and his table wishing he would look up and stand or smile or give me a sign he’s my number twenty-eight. The faded blue jeans and untucked white button-down give him just the right combination of classy and rough. His dark hair is clean cut and short, and his squared-off jaw line is covered in a short black beard.

  Heather’s words and my own tag line start to play over and over in my head.

  When you least expect him, expect him.

  Here goes nothing.

  As I close the space between us, he finally looks up; our eyes meet, and a shock wave pulses through me.

  I should introduce myself, but I’m not even sure I remember my own name.

  Then, I hear a voice from over my left shoulder.

  “Jessie. Jessie Patrick?”

  I jerk my head around to see a guy dressed in skinny black trousers and a matching jacket that looks two sizes too small. His hair has dark black roots, but the tips are highlighted platinum blond.

  Suddenly, I feel nothing.

  “You’re Jessie, right? Helga showed me your picture.” He steps toward me from the back hall, where the buzzing ‘restrooms’ sign flickers above him as I nod in reluctant agreement. “I’m Derek. You wanna drink?”

  I turn in his direction, tossing a quick glance over my shoulder as a shudder of disappointment replaces the sonic boom I felt a moment ago. I shrug my shoulders then shift my gaze to the floor, trying to retain my bearings.

  I let go of my downward gaze to see Derek is standing just in front of me. His eyes are glassy, and his breath holds the scent of more than a few beers laced with other liquor.

  Not lucky number twenty-eight, Heather.

  I can’t help the one last look where my hopes for something different sit reading F. Scott Fitzgerald, then I turn back toward Derek, who is now looking down at his phone. The dreamboat at the table is looking at me from over the edge of his book, and green eyes the color of a shamrock cut through my daydreams as I force myself to turn on my heel and head to where the next forty-five minutes of my life will be lost.

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