Ben: On Friday, I’m going to be running a little late. Can we make it closer to seven?
I read the text from my friend as Kayla sits at an empty table in this little Mexican place she swears will change my life. “Sh*t, I forgot about that,” I mutter.
Kayla anxiously checks her watch for the tenth time since we left the office not five minutes ago. We’ve got meetings all day, but I convinced her to come out for a quick bite to eat and she’s freaking out thinking we’re going to be late getting back. “Forgot about what?” she asks me around a mouthful of taco.
“Friday,” I sigh, “I’m supposed to go to dinner with a friend, Ben. You may have met him at my fortieth.”
She c***s her head to the side while she thinks. “Is he the bald guy?”
“Yeah, that’s him,” I nod. “I’ve already cancelled on
