Exile
She almost kept on walking and was polishing the excuse that they had called her back to work; just running to use the ladies' room, she would explain. But she was a terrible liar and knew the guy would see through it - if he was here, yet. Shandra Lopez hoped not. Even though one had to prepare for all kinds of rejection when working through a dating service, she did not relish the thought of hurting anybody's feelings - at least not to his face. There was something more humane - and safer - about just not showing up.
He could always rationalize that she got cold feet and split before she ever getting wind of him. This way, at least, it wouldn't be because she branded him from a distance as a nerd, a weirdo, or worst of all a loser. Those kinds of put downs take a little longer to
