The Almost Perfect Love Story

Part 5 - Phil

Ping

Fine. I'll look.

'Hey. How's it going?'

'Hi. Fine here. How are you?' I asked.

'I'm good. Working. Or at least tring to.'

'Ha. Yeah. Me too.'

'So what are you doing on Tinder?' he asked.

'I guess the same as you. Looking to meet people.'

'Cool. Have you ever met anyone on here?'

'Once. You?' I asked.

'A few times. How'd that one time go for you?'

'Honestly?' I asked.

'Yeah. Honesty is a good way to go.'

'Horrible. Really, really horrible'

'Oh, I'm sorry. That sucks.'

'Yeah. It did. What about you?'

'A few good a few bad. I actually met my girlfriend through here.'

'Oh that's awesome!'

'For a while it was.'

'Ended bad?' I questioned.

'Yeah. What about you? Anything long term?'

'Actually yeah. We just broke up.'

'Sorry. Ended bad too?'

'Yeah.'

'I guess that's something we have in common already.'

'Lol. Yeah, I guess so.'

We chatted throughout the rest of the day. Unlike Roger, he didn't suggest meeting up. It was relieving to know that there was no pressure. He almost reminded me of Edward. Almost. He wasn't as egotistical that's for sure.

"Leaving!" Sasha called.

I glanced at the wall clock and groaned. 5:00pm.

"Shit."

My stomach growled as I stood to pack my briefcase.

"Hey, um, are you busy tonight?"

I turned to see Collin standing there.

"Hi. No. Just a TV dinner I guess and romcom movies. You?""

"Nothing. No. No plans. Do you want to get something to eat?"

"Yeah. That would be nice. Having something other than a TV dinner would be great."

"Why TV dinners?" he asked.

"I don't know. I guess I just haven't felt like cooking. Seems like a waste to make a lot of food when it's just me," I answered.

"Don't make as much?" he suggested.

"I guess I could do that."

"Either way, dinner tonight?"

I nodded my head.

"Great. Okay. I'll pick you up?"

"Okay."

"7?"

"That sounds good. I like 7."

"Wonderful. I can make reservations for Savoy?"

"I like Savoy. Their food is good."

He turned and left my office. My heart thumped in my chest a little harder than I wanted to believe.

Calm down, girl. It's Collin. It's just dinner. He feels bad for you.

By time I got home I didn't have much time to get ready. I rushed to my bedroom and dug through my closet looking for something, anything to wear. 

Ping.

I glanced in the direction of my phone and kept digging through the closet.

Sorry, Philip. You have to wait for right now. 

I decided on a strapless dark blue dress that I'd bought a few months back for a date with Edward that he blew off. A red flag I should have picked up on. 

"Well, at least you're getting a delicious dinner at a great restaurant."

I slipped into the dress and sat in front of my dressing table to touch up my makeup.

Ping.

Picking up my phone, I swiped to my notifications. 

'Hey. How was the rest of work? Sorry if I'm talking a lot.'

'Hi. No worries. Honestly. It's nice having someone to talk to.'

'That's great. Any plans tonight?'

'Nothing really. Going out to dinner.'

'Oh. That's nice. With anyone special?' he asked.

'A coworker. It's been a rough week so we're grabbing dinner.'

'You actually like you're coworkers?'

'Sometimes. They're all pretty awesome so I can't complain. You don't like yours?'

The doorbell resounded through the whole house.

Collin.

Grabbing my purse, I turned my phone on silent and hurried to meet him at the door.