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“This is my first date after signing up on the site and I’m so nervous.” Color rushes to her cheeks and I smile as she ducks her head. Fuck, she’s cute. Okay, so maybe I haven’t dated in a long time but I’ve got this. Shaking off some of my nerves, I reach across the table and grab her hand.

“If it makes you feel any better, this is my first date, too.”

“Really?” she asks, her gaze flicking up to mine and I nod. Tension seeps out of her shoulders and she takes a deep breath before taking a sip of her coffee. “Okay. Now I feel a little bit better.”

I pull my hand back. “Glad I could help.”

“So, Wyatt… tell me about yourself.”

“What would you like to know?”

She tilts her head to the side as she studies me for a second before leaning forward and meeting my eyes. “Actually, there is one very important question I have for you.”

“Shoot,” I answer with a nod.

“What are you looking for out of this?”

I arch a brow. “Our date?”

“Yeah, ‘cause I’ve talked to a couple other guys on the site who were looking for something different than I was and I don’t want to waste my time, ya know?”

My stomach sinks as I nod. “And what is it that you’re looking for?”

“A good time. I mean, I’m only twenty-four and I’m certainly not ready to settle down anytime soon.”

“Oh,” I mutter, trying not to grimace as my mood plummets. “Unfortunately, we are looking for different things.”

She purses her lips. “I was afraid of that… but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a good time together until you find what you’re looking for, does it?”

“Actually, it does. I’m sorry and I hope you find what you need,” I say as I stand and grab my coffee and muffin from the table. Between my sour mood earlier and the disappointment coursing through me now, I don’t have the patience for anymore of this. I nod at her, ignoring the shocked expression on her face, before turning and walking out of the cafe. After tossing my stuff in a trash posted right outside the door, I pull my phone out of my pocket and open the dating app. This was a bad idea from the jump and I never should have let Smith talk me into going on this date. In the settings menu, my thumb hovers over the delete account button as a message pops up on the screen from a woman named Violet and I pause, studying her photo.

Again, what the hell is wrong with me?

Apparently, I am a glutton for punishment because instead of deleting the account like I damn well know I should, I open her message and reply.