First Impression, Last Mistake

Synopsis

The next day after the New Year, my blind date glanced at me and closed the menu. "Waiter, we won't be ordering," he said. He'd barely been sitting for thirty seconds, hadn't even touched his drink. Then he turned and sent a voice message to Aunt Meadow, with the speaker on. He said, "Meadow, why did you set me up with her? I have a master's degree from a top university and make 150 thousand dollars a year. With her looks, I'd be embarrassed to take her out." The restaurant went dead silent for a few seconds. Two girls at the next table looked up at me. He grabbed his car keys and walked out, his leather shoes clicking on the tile floor. I drained the lemon water in front of me, the ice knocking against my teeth. Five days later, his name was on the list for Sapient Tech's spring interviews. Whether he passed or not, it was up to my signature.