He brightened. “Then your friend Nate has good taste!”

She couldn’t believe her luck. “Wait until I tell him about this,” she sighed.

“You really haven’t been having much luck with this dating thing, huh?”

Shooting him a sideways glance, she muttered, “You could say that again.”

He got to his feet and held out the rose. She got up, took it from him, and inhaled its sweet scent.  

“Can we just go get a cup of coffee now?” she asked.

“Sure,” he said, sticking his hands in his pockets. “Should we go Dutch?” he asked with a wink.

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