It was when Lucas insisted on paying for our first date that I realized I had finally found a gentleman worth my time. A thoughtful gift, roses, and an effortless charm—he appeared to be the ideal candidate. I was therefore anticipating butterflies when his text message arrived the following day.
On the contrary, the instant I read that, my stomach fell immediately. In all honesty, I didn’t give much thought to the idea of my closest friend Tessa scheduling a date for me when she made the suggestion. She is the kind of person that has good intentions, but she has never been a matchmaker in her entire life.
To tell you the truth, I wasn’t exactly in a hurry to go out on a date anyway to be perfectly honest. Nevertheless, Tessa was unrelenting. “He is absolutely perfect, Julia.
A gentleman in every sense of the word. She said this to me over the phone on a Thursday evening as I was standing in front of my closet, yanking hangers left and right in a frustrated manner. “You are going to thank me later,” she continued.
“You’ve never set me up before,” I reminded her as I clutched a blue dress and gave it a suspicious look in the mirror. “I’ve never been set up before.” “What gives you the right to believe that you even know my type?”
The reason she responded with such self-assurance was, “Because I’ve known you since we were thirteen.” Additionally, Owen is a firm believer in him. Friends for all of time, they have been.”
I was taken aback by that.
Owen, who was Tessa’s boyfriend, possessed a level mind and a composed demeanor. It is possible that there was a glimpse of potential if he stated that this individual, Lucas, who was his friend, was reliable. Owen was not the type of person to give anyone a casual endorsement.
I let out a sigh, half to her and half to myself, and said, “Fine.” But at the very least, show me a photo so that I can be sure that I am not entering into a catastrophe. After a few seconds, my phone rang to alert me that a snapshot was on its way. Lucas was… well, he was attractive.
His dark hair was trimmed short, his beard was crisp, and he smiled so broadly that it touched his eyes. He had that clean-cut, accessible face. Although she is not remarkable in the sense that a movie star would be, she is certainly gorgeous in that reliable and steady way.
“Alright,” I conceded with some reluctance, “he’s adorable.”
Oh, I told you! Tessa let out a squeal as if she had already triumphed. Send him a text message.
Put it in place. You won’t be sorry you did it.”
I went against my common instinct to be cautious and did it. We agreed to meet at a new Italian restaurant in the downtown area that had a view of the river after having a few fun conversations with one another.
Not excessively sentimental or stuffy, but decent enough to give the impression of being deliberate. As a result of the fact that I am incapable of ever bringing myself to be fashionably late, I arrived five minutes early. While I was standing close to the door, I examined my reflection in the camera on my phone for the very last time.
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