While there was technically nothing wrong with the next set of dates, I found myself glancing at Julie and trying to figure out whether she was having a good time with her current date or not. From the laughter, it looked like she was hitting it off with pretty much everyone but she seemed like a pleasant person in general. It was probably just that.
Only particularly interested in the other woman across the table, I mostly nodded and hummed in response, only listening with half an ear.
“Lisa?”
Hearing my name snapped me out of my thoughts and the staring at Julie. “Yes?”
I looked up to an expectant face, probably waiting for an answer to a question I didn’t hear.
Pretending it was the music, I cupped my ear. “Sorry, what did you ask?”
“What your idea of a perfect date is,” the woman
