“Fine,” I sighed. “Show me a picture at least.”

A moment later, my phone pinged with an incoming message.

The guy in the photo wasn’t bad looking: clean-cut, well-dressed, with a warm smile that reached his eyes.

“Okay, he’s cute,” I admitted.

“Told you!” Mia squealed. “Text him and set it up. You won’t regret it, I promise.”

After a few casual texts, I agreed to meet Eric for dinner at a new Italian place with a great view of the river. Nothing too fancy, but nice enough for a first date.

I arrived five minutes early and waited near the entrance, like we’d agreed. I was nervously checking my appearance with my phone camera when I spotted him approaching the restaurant.