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He didn’t know whether it showed she was keen or just tragic that Christine wanted to arrange to meet up that evening. No time like the present, she’d said. That was a maxim Jack lived by, so he found it somewhat encouraging — if a little weird — that she wanted to meet up so quickly.
He’d spent the afternoon thinking about how things might pan out. It had been a long time since he’d been on a date, and he wasn’t sure what to expect. Was there a different etiquette these days? He wasn’t one to worry about etiquette at the best of times, but he really didn’t want to mess this up. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had taken any sort of interest in him. He’d largely given up since Helen had left. Of course, for the few years preceding that he hadn’t had to worry either. He’d bee
