The poor girl only had $5 for a blind date. The single dad CEO at the next table watched her—and paid for the entire dinner.
The restaurant buzzed with the quiet murmur of weeknight dinners, soft music playing, glasses clinking gently, silverware tapping porcelain. Candlelight flickered from the center of each table, casting warm shadows against deep wooden booths and navy-blue linens. It was not a five-star place, but it was the nicest Haley had ever been to on a date.
She stepped inside hesitantly, the bell above the door chiming as if announcing her arrival a little too loudly. Her hands smoothed the sides of her dress—a vintage piece, pearl-colored, fitted at the waist, the fabric just beginning to fray at the edges. It had belonged to her mother. She had only worn it once before, years ago, to her college graduation. Tonight, it felt like armor and hope all in one.
Before she left her apartment, Haley had checked her bank balance on a cracked phone screen: forty-seven dollars and change to last the week. Gas, groceries, and whatever surprise bill always showed up at the worst time. She’d pulled a single five-dollar bill from the ATM anyway—the kind of cash you kept tucked away in case your car died or you had to choose between dinner and a textbook.
Still, she’d come.
Nursing school had taught her to show up scared and do it anyway. Tonight wasn’t about romance. It was about proving to herself she could sit at a nice table, breathe, and not apologize for taking up space.
She had curled her blonde hair that afternoon in her tiny apartment, applying a little makeup she barely had money for. Her lips were a soft pink.
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