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 woman’s

She’s my blind date?

a deep breath to

her table and taking a seat opposite

young woman’s expression

even a

pretty eyes.

this man! Barging

enough, but he’s going to sit opposite

like it’s nobody’s business?

noticed a large

sign on

She’s my blind date?

breath to

and taking

woman’s expression

a hint

pretty eyes.

this man!

enough, but he’s going

like it’s nobody’s business?

It was

had scoffed at

were free to go their separate ways after

done and

declaring, “Hi! My

years

gynecologist. I make eighty thousand

a car

need an incredible amount

such things to a woman, but

calm

at him in shock.

her lips curved into a smirk, and she replied

of her

you. I’m

with

business

billion last year, and I have

car and a house.”

Emmanuel was stunned.

heck

on blind dates came

red flags.

however, was

the catch? Perhaps

Or infertile?

sorts of fantastical theories

his

cool gaze was

introduced herself to put the

a difficult spot and intimidate him

expected, awkward silence lingered

her words.

Urgh, forget it!

telling the truth was

Emmanuel decided to go through all

could at least mollify his mother,

did not result in a trip

don’t make much, but if you

I’ll

over all the household chores so you can be

course, I hope

in front of my family.

married, I can give

thousand every month.”

well-worn script that Emmanuel recited

single breath.

dumbfounded

apparent lack of shame at

lower salary.

later, she burst into a

man who could humor her

are you laughing

continued, “I know

I promise I’ll be a good

husband if we’re married!”

to keep

Emmanuel demanded, “Why

Quillen? Don’t you think you’re

rather rude?”

very

coldly, “But

one here. I’m not here for

is going