kristin birke

＂Riley?＂ I asked and she looked up from her phone. One of her eyebrows was raised.

＂Yes?＂ she asked and that confirmed it.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe. What the hell was going on here?

＂Hi, I am Ash. Short for Ashley, but please call me Ash＂ I said, extending my hand.

I sounded wooden and choked, but I didn’t know what else to do. Riley’s mouth dropped open; she smiled nervously, and shook her head. We both realized what this meant. Our ＂boys＂ weren’t late. Both our dates had been on time.

＂Uh...No, I...I am looking for a man,＂ she explained.