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WASAGA WASABI

**Ian**

Ian paced the sidewalk in front of Toronto's newest sushi restaurant, Wasaga Wasabi, waiting for Georgette's arrival.

His phone vibrated.

"She's not coming," he whispered to himself. His heart raced. Glancing at his cell, Ian discovered a text message from Mouth.

[[Mouth] Is your drug dealer there yet?]

[[Ian] She's a pharmacist]

[[Mouth] Semantics]

[[Mouth] Found something interesting]

[[Ian] ???]

[[Mouth] check this out when you get back: www.wattpad.com/story/159102292]

[[Ian] What is it?]

[[Mouth] one word...]

[[Mouth] Amanda]

Ian felt a surge of something wonderful pass through his chest at the mention of Amanda's name. His finger hovered over the link.

"Ian," a female voice called.

Stuffing his phone in the back pocket of his jeans, Ian looked up and locked eyes with Georgette. Long strands of dark curls fell from a messy bun, framing her flawless face with a glowing grin. Bundled in the trendiest threads and kicks for the chilly fall season, Georgette greeted Ian with a warm embrace.

"Thank you for meeting for lunch," she said. "My evenings have been insanely busy lately."

For a quick second, Ian wondered if Georgette's evenings were busy due to dating other men more eligible than him. Not that he and Georgette were exclusive or anything, but Ian knew schedules could always be shifted if one had been made a priority. Thankfully, this thought vanished as quickly as it had been formed. Georgette was a lovely body and mind. It was an honor to be penciled in at any point on her daily schedule.

Ian held the door open to the restaurant like a gentleman. "This worked out fine. Lunch is my favorite meal of the day."

Georgette looked up at Ian and smiled. "Perfect." She brushed against his chest as she stepped over the threshold of the restaurant's entryway. The smell of vanilla cream in her hair ignited Ian's primal manliness from within.

She's my 97 percent match, Ian thought to himself. My 97 percent!

A hostess lead Ian and Georgette to a corner table for two next to a window with a view of Lake Ontario. Ian pulled the chair out for Georgette.

"Why--thank you," she said. "I see your mama taught you right."

Ian blushed and sat in a seat directly across from Georgette's. "Sometimes I feel like I'm taking a chance with the chivalry thing nowadays. I went on a date with a woman one time who thought it was an insult to offer her my coat when it started to rain."

Georgette placed her hand on top of Ian's in the middle of the table, a jolt of excitement surged through his body the moment their skin made contact. "Let chivalry weed out the crazy ones." She paused for a moment before adding, "Although--I hate it when a man decides he's going to make my decisions for me--like ordering food at a restaurant. That act of chivalry can just--go away."

"So--it would be best if I let you decide what you want to eat for lunch then?" Ian asked, a subtle playfulness sewn through his words.

Georgette nodded and winked. "Yes. That would be a wise move."