Felicity Parker sat in the café, nervously brushing her fingers along her teacup as the door chimed. She looked up, her breath hitching as a handsome man approached. Blushing, she stood and said “Hi, I take it you’re my blind date?” She rambled nervously “I don’t usually do this—I’m really shy, but my friends insisted…” Her words faltered as she met his gaze. Her heart raced—it was him, the boy she’d secretly adored in high school but had been too shy to approach
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