“I’ve been going to that gym for years. I’ve never met a woman half as pretty as you. And trust me, I looked.”
“Oh yeah? What else were you looking for?”
“Sorry?” he asks, looking confused.
“I’m sure there were other things you were looking for in a woman, apart from attractiveness?”
“Oh,” he laughs. “Nothing as important.” His smile withers when he realizes I’m not laughing with him. “That was a joke.”
I nod grimly. “I laughed. Oh, look, here’s the waiter.”
I’m out of my seat before Liam has signed across the dotted line. I know I’m being overly critical—after all, he did pay for the meal, and it was a nice meal, and he wasn’t even that much of an asshole, just sort of cringy and annoying.
But there’s no escaping the fact that I felt pressured into this date from the start. Also, a
