If someone would have told me two years down the line that I'll be sitting in a 3 star restaurant waiting for my blind date. I would have laughed on their face.

Guess what. Here I am all dressed up like a doll wearing my favourite black knee length dress paired with golden heels. Trying my best to act elegant while waiting for my so called blind date.

I never understood the concept of blind date. It's more like an arrange marriage, wherein two people who never knew the other existed are set up to meet (forced to meet in my condition), get to know each other and then if you don't want to take it furture say Sayonara !

"where is he ?" I muttered under my breath.

Everyone who knows me will never get late for our meet ups because they know this gets on my nerves. The guy isn't here and he has already started to get on my nerves. Negative score for making the significant other wait. I am going to kill my best friend for dragging me into this blind date bullshit. I huffed and looked around.

I continued looking at my watch every once in a while, sipping my passionfruit juice.

Suddenly I felt a figure moving towards the table on looking...