Love At The Wrong Table

“I know, Mom. I’m in front of the café. Call you later!”

Emmanuel Lowe hung up on his mother impatiently.

The twenty-eight-year-old man had never been in a relationship.

After spending seven years in the army, he retired from the military and worked at a hospital in Yeringham for three years.

He was a gynecologist at the hospital and made eighty thousand a year.

Worried he would end up old and alone, Emmanuel’s mother urged him to settle down. Since he had no idea where to begin when it came to dating, his mother took matters into her own hands and set him up on multiple blind dates.

Thanks to her efforts, he had gone on seventeen blind dates so far.

Alas, wedding bells were clearly not on the horizon for Emmanuel. It was frustrating. He knew he was just going through the motions at that point.

“Help! Someone help me!”

Right before Emmanuel entered the café, he heard someone calling out weakly for help you for your kindness!” replied the old man with a smile.

Emmanuel realized then that the old man’s attire was at odds with his airs. Despite his tattered clothes, the old man’s clean hands looked like those of a man accustomed to wealth.

Still, he had no time to satisfy his curiosity. After confirming that the old man was unharmed,

Emmanuel rushed into the café for his blind date. He never once considered being repaid for his kind act earlier.

The café was massive and practically structured like a maze.

Emmanuel’s mother mentioned that his blind date was seated at table number eight. He wandered through

the confusing café, but before he could locate the

correct table, he stumbled into a special area.

The lighting was softer there, and the floor was

scattered with fresh petals.

The sweet scent of flowers wafted through the air. He

wondered if he had set foot in heaven.

Emmanuel raised his eyes and immediately froze.

A beautiful, elegant woman sat before a table in the

room.

It was no exaggeration to say she embodied

perfection itself.

The heavens clearly decided to shower all their favors

on her.

The woman quietly sipped her coffee with her legs

crossed neatly to the side. On the table was a

non-translated copy of The Power Broker.

When she noticed Emmanuel barging into the room,

she looked up at him in confusion and disgust.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

When Emmanuel recovered from the shock of

stumbling upon the beautiful stranger, he realized his

heart was about to beat its way out of his chest.

Never once had he ever felt so attracted to a woman

in his twenty-eight years of life.

The countless female bodies he had seen in his work

as a gynecologist hardly appealed to him. At some

point, he even wondered if he was attracted to women

at all.

Against all odds, it seemed, the young woman before

him made his heart race like a runaway horse.

Am I simply nervous, or am I already attracted to her?

More surprisingly, Emmanuel noticed a large number

on the

She’s my blind date?

a deep breath

and taking a seat opposite

woman’s expression

a

pretty eyes.

this man! Barging

enough, but he’s going to

like it’s nobody’s business?

Emmanuel noticed a large

sign on

She’s my blind date?

breath to

taking a seat opposite

woman’s

a hint of

pretty eyes.

man! Barging

he’s going to sit

like it’s nobody’s business?

It was not the

woman had

were free to go their separate

blind date done and over

himself, declaring,

twenty-eight years old, and I

make eighty

car or

an incredible amount of

say such things to a

calm and

woman stared at

into a smirk, and she

of

meet you. I’m Mackenzie

old with

and business administration

last

car and a house.”

Emmanuel was stunned.

the heck is

always thought women on blind dates

red flags.

however, was arguably

the catch? Perhaps

Or infertile?

fantastical

smirked at his perplexed

cool gaze

herself to put

spot and

lingered

her words.

Urgh, forget it!

telling the truth

decided to go through

so he could at least mollify his

result in a trip to

“I don’t make much, but if you decide

promise I’ll

over all the household chores

course, I hope

front of my family.

give you

thousand every month.”

a well-worn script that

single breath.

was dumbfounded at his

apparent lack of shame at his

lower salary.

she

man who could humor

are you laughing

continued, “I know I don’t check

I promise I’ll

husband if we’re married!”

to keep in her

Emmanuel demanded, “Why

Ms. Quillen? Don’t

rather rude?”

you’re a very good

and retorted coldly, “But I think you’re

not

What is