‘Yep. Set meal for one. Thanks Connor’.
I had been single for months. The way Simon betrayed me had put me off relationships. Even if it hadn’t, where would I meet a new man?
I ate my meal and broke open my fortune cookie.
‘I think you’re beautiful. How about a set meal for two, Saturday, 8.00 pm?’
I put the finishing touches to my make-up. I thought about gorgeous Connor but then the image of the toothless old chef flashed through my mind. Shit. Which one had sent it?
Best stay in and order pizza.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt.