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Had she set me up on a blind date?
Dammit, Marilyn.
I approached the booth, chewing my lower lip. I wasn’t dressed for a date. I didn’t have much makeup on, and if I’d known, I would have worn heels, not my flats.
“Um… hi?”
The guy at the booth looked up.
I gasped. “Colton! What are you doing here?!”
He smiled brightly at me. “Hey, beautiful. I heard this place is great. Have you been here before?”
