Sharon walked into her apartment, the soft hum of the city night outside a comforting backdrop to her swirling thoughts. She placed her handbag on the small kitchen counter and kicked off her heels. Dinner with Bruce Hill had gone better than she could have hoped.
She poured herself a glass of wine, her fingers tracing the rim of the glass as she sat on the edge of her couch. Her mind played back moments from the dinner,Bruce’s warm laughter, the way his eyes softened when he looked at her, the subtle but clear hints that he found her captivating.
"This is it," she whispered to herself. "This is my chance."
Her phone buzzed on the counter, pulling her from her thoughts. She padded over to pick it up and saw Bruce’s name light up the screen. A small smile tugged at her lips as she opened
