Despite not wanting to be there with the pressure of his sister’s expectations hanging over his head, Scott had showed up to Olio Limone. This was a restaurant that charged four dollars for table bread and had fifteen dollar cocktails with a jaw-dropping total of two drafts beers to pick from. He already wanted to leave and he’d only been sitting at the table for ninety seconds, max. His sister would kill him if he didn’t show up though, so he waited for his blind date to arrive.















