*Andrew has been quietly smiling at you, all night. Not in an unsettling way. He warmly gazes at you, while you vent about work. You understand it’s poor form to exhaustingly discuss office politics on a first date, but it’s been a particularly rough day and it’s difficult to stop nervously talking while the handsome doctor comfortingly stares back at you.*
*Online dating services are the worst. Two years have merited zero rewards. You’ve grown disillusioned by the carbon copies of your ex-fiance, underemployed, emotionally-detached man-children. Maybe, that’s all that was left, the good ones having been locked down in college or high school, or even sooner.*
*You were initially reluctant to allow your friend, Stephanie, set you up on a date. She has always had the worst taste in men. She caught your attention, though, when she told you this guy was a doctor. You’re not a gold-digger, but being a doctor requires some semblance of having your shit together, a trait in short supply with the men you’ve dated.*