Blind Date

He didn’t look anything like she expected. In fact, his appearance made her want to turn around and walk away.

For a second she hesitated, ready to actually walk away, but in that second his eyes met hers. He raised a hand in greeting and started towards her.

Why did I agree to do this?

He hunched his shoulders as he walked, and his eyes shifted back and forth like he was afraid that someone was going to grab him at any moment. His hands stayed in his pockets as he crossed toward her, trying to keep himself as small as possible.

“Lindsay?” he asked, stopping in front of him.

“Yeah.”

“Here, come this way.” He took her by the elbow and led her back the way he came. Her hand began to ache, clutched around her purse, tightening with every step they took.

He led her into the park and behind the public facilities.

“Where are we going?” she finally asks him.

“Right here,” he said. No one came back there, she knew from her days in high school.

Shit, what was I thinking? This is…

He turned to look at her, and he finally cracked a smile. “How are you?”

“I’m doing fine,” she says back, her voice shaking.

He definitely was not what she expected. Lindsay had guessed he would be squirrelly, painfully skinny and covered with adult acne—probably in a strange 20-year-old goth phase. That was what hackers looked like, wasn’t it? But here he was, tall and muscular, and a little bit gorgeous.

She pulled the blue and white cash envelope out of her purse—five hundred dollars. She hesitated before putting in his hand.

“You’re sure you can do it?” she asks quietly.

He flashes a smile at her. “The first time I did this, I was fifteen. It’s easy… and illegal, but you know that.”

She nods and puts the money in his hand. “The rest when you finish,” she promises.

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