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

She’s my blind date?

a deep breath to calm

her table and taking a seat

young woman’s

even a hint of

pretty eyes.

man! Barging

but he’s

like it’s nobody’s business?

Emmanuel noticed a large

on the woman’s

She’s my blind date?

took a deep breath

taking

woman’s

was even a

pretty eyes.

audacity of this man!

but he’s going

like it’s nobody’s business?

ignored her expression. It was not the

woman had

to go their separate ways after

blind date done and

declaring, “Hi!

years

I make

own a car or

would need an incredible amount of

to a woman, but

calm and

stared at him in shock.

lips curved into a smirk, and she replied

introduction of her

meet you. I’m

years old with dual doctorates

and business administration from

last year, and I have

car and a house.”

Emmanuel was stunned.

heck

women on blind

red flags.

was

Perhaps she’s

Or infertile?

sorts of fantastical theories filled Emmanuel’s

his perplexed expression.

her cool gaze was

introduced herself to put

difficult spot and intimidate

expected, awkward silence lingered

her words.

Urgh, forget it!

telling the truth was

point. Emmanuel decided to go through all

could at least mollify his mother,

did not result in a trip

declared, “I don’t make much,

I’ll

take over all the household chores

at home. Of course, I hope

front of my

married, I can give you about five

thousand every month.”

well-worn script that Emmanuel recited in

single breath.

dumbfounded at

of

lower salary.

long while later, she burst

never met a man who could

laughing about?” Unimpressed by

continued, “I know

I promise I’ll be a good and

husband if we’re married!”

to keep

annoyed Emmanuel demanded, “Why

Quillen? Don’t you

rather rude?”

you’re a very good man!” Mackenzie

coldly, “But I think

one here. I’m not here for a blind

is