Bab 18: The Favor, Part 2

All the frustrated glares I get from families of four are quickly ruining my night. I agree that the four-person table I'm sitting at by the large bay window is excessive for my party of two, but all the two-seaters are taken. It's not my fault the waiter sat me here. Since I don't plan on staying long, I would've been happier sitting at the bar.

The other half of this blind date hasn't shown up yet, and he better because if I'm stood up by someone I haven't met, I will drive off a bridge and end it all. I finish the thought as a blond man wearing boot-cut denim jeans and a formal, light gray shirt approaches the table. The top two buttons of his shirt are open, exposing his light chest hair. He's tall-taller than Seth who I estimate to be at least six-foot-three.

"Are you Selena?" he asks, his lips pulling into a wide and wolfish grin.

I smile politely and adjust uncomfortably in my seat. "No, Selena couldn't make it. I'm her friend, Olivia."