Chapter Nineteen Jane“You must be Jane.”
The brown-haired, blue-eyed man standing in the entrance of the sushi restaurant must be the guy I’m waiting for. He looks exactly like the picture my mom showed me on her phone, which is more than I can say about most of the blind dates I’ve been on.
“Kevin?” I tilt my head coyly, trying to conceal the shock in my voice.
It’s not like I was expecting the guy to be a total troll, it’s just that I don’t have the world’s best track record when it comes to blind dates. At this point in my life, I can safely assume any guy I’m being set up with is going to be a total clunker, emotionally unavailable, or just trying to score free Hawks tickets, the last of which I can’t really blame him for. Kevin might still be a flop, but at least he’s handsome, so
