A blind date. He was going on a blind date. For Carey, they rarely ended well. Over the years, his friends had taken to setting him up. Sometimes the women were nice but most of the time, they just weren't his cup of tea. And this time, he didn't know the guy setting them up all that well. Greg was someone he met at the gym and the guy was pretty cool. But he couldn't but wonder if this friend of his was butt ugly or worse, crazy as hell. An ugly woman he could deal with but a psycho? He'd been there before and sure as hell didn't want to do it again.
He wasn't sure what to wear so he'd enlisted the help of his younger sister. It was a bit sad; he was 30 and going to his 18 year-old sister for help. She hadn't teased him, which he was grateful for. Considering he was on vacation, most of his clothes were casual and much to his sister's disgust, khaki. He'd wanted to wear a nice t-shirt but his sister had put her foot down and after a brief argument, they reached a compromise
. He got to wear the dark jeans he'd wanted from the start and in turn, he wore the shirt she'd bought him for Christmas. It wasn't exactly his normal style but after actually trying it on, he found that he liked it.
After he'd gotten dressed, he quietly left his room, his ears listening for his mother's voice. She had no clue about this blind date and he'd preferred to keep it that way. When it came to mothers who liked butting into their kids' lives, she was the absolute worst. And he wasn't in the mood to hear it. If he was going to make it through this date, he needed to go into it with a good mood. Figuring the coast was clear, he darted toward the front door. On his way out, he heard his name but he closed the door and hurried down the steps before he could be lectured. Sometimes, she seemed to forget that he was a grown man.
The ride to the restaurant was filled with him going over different scenarios in his head. That and him singing way off to key to songs on the radio. Was he going into this date with high hopes? No. If anything, it was something for him to do that didn't involve 'quality time' with his family. A part of him did want the date to go well and while he'd intentionally sabotaged dates in the past, he'd promised to be on his best behavior.
Pulling into the restaurant parking lot, his nerves finally caught up with him. If the night ended horribly, he'd no doubt give Greg a stern talking to. After talking briefly with the hostess (who had given him plenty of flirty looks, boosting his confidence), he sat down in the booth he was led to with a heavy sigh. Carey folded his arms on the table, taking a quick peek at his watch. He was early, as usual. When he did manage to remember to be somewhere, he was always early.
The Dolphin Den wasn't a restaurant he'd been to before so he decided to kill a little time by looking over the menu. The prices weren't a big deal; one thing Carey had never been was super cheap. While he didn't spend a ridiculous amount of money, he splurged every now and then. He was debating on going with something safe like chicken or being more daring and trying oysters or scallops when he heard a woman's voice behind him. At first, he didn't pay much attention and then he heard her name. Chloe.
That was the name of his date.
He could have stayed in his seat and said nothing, let her figure out that she had the wrong table but he wasn't that kind of guy. Instead, he stood and turned around, his eyes flickering over her. "Chloe?" He offered a small smile as he said her name because that was what he was supposed to do, wasn't it? He'd been out of the loop for way too long. "I think you might be looking for me, Carey?" If she wasn't looking for him, well, he'd just look like an idiot. Not that it'd bother him too much; he'd had his fair share of dumb moments.