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

sign on the woman’s

She’s my blind date?

breath to

taking a seat

woman’s expression grew

even a hint of hostility

pretty eyes.

of this man! Barging into

he’s going to sit opposite

like it’s nobody’s business?

surprisingly, Emmanuel noticed a

on the woman’s

She’s my blind date?

deep breath to

her table and taking a

woman’s expression grew

There was even a hint of

pretty eyes.

audacity of this man! Barging

enough, but he’s

like it’s nobody’s business?

expression. It was

had scoffed at

go their separate

date done

himself, declaring, “Hi! My

Lowe. I’m twenty-eight years old, and

I make eighty thousand a

own a car or

would need an incredible amount

such things to

unusually calm

young woman stared at him in

a

introduction of

you. I’m Mackenzie Quillen.

with dual

and business administration

billion last year, and

car and a house.”

Emmanuel was stunned.

the heck is

always thought women on blind

red flags.

however, was arguably

Perhaps she’s

Or infertile?

fantastical theories

his

her cool gaze was

herself to put

a difficult spot and intimidate him

expected, awkward silence lingered

her words.

Urgh, forget it!

was telling the

point. Emmanuel decided to go through all

he could at least mollify his mother,

result in

“I don’t make much, but if

I’ll always

over all the household chores

home. Of course, I hope

masculine pride in front

can give you about five

thousand every month.”

a well-worn script that Emmanuel recited

single breath.

dumbfounded at his

apparent lack of

lower salary.

she burst into a

had never met a man who

laughing

know

I promise I’ll be a

husband if we’re married!”

to keep in

Emmanuel demanded,

Ms. Quillen? Don’t you think

rather rude?”

you’re a very good man!”

“But I think you’re

one here. I’m not here for a blind

is going