The next afternoon at two o'clock, I walked into the café—more like a restaurant—just as my parents had arranged.
Inside, I scanned the shop and let out a sigh of relief when I saw that my blind date hadn't arrived yet.
After finding a seat and ordering coffee, I waited another fifteen minutes until he finally showed up.
As he entered, I could tell at a glance that he was shorter than me. Though at a young age, he had a big belly, with a shiny bald head reflecting the light.
I thought to myself, 'Seriously?'
This was the so-called decent blind date they had mentioned.
My parents had once again outdone themselves.
Even though he was over ten minutes late, he didn't bother to apologize and wore an impatient look on his face.
With a thud, he tossed a car key with a BMW logo on the tab
