Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(35)

“Yes.” She tried mustering up a smile, but her emotions were still boiling from her encounter with that Casanova near the restroom, and all she could achieve was a slight slant of her lips. And speaking of Casanova, she spotted him right near their table, his eyes following her closely.

Blast! She should’ve known he would be dining here too. Feeling his eyes boring straight at her, she reverted hers to the man sitting before her.

But how did he get to his seat so quickly? Clarice’s thoughts drifted back to Hunter again. Clarice, shut up and look at the man in front of you now!

Hunter, on the other hand, couldn’t believe the woman he named Avocado was actually the young man’s date. This wasn’t good at all. Somehow he felt a little irritated.

Clarice was busy eyeing the young man in front of her, still holding the pink rose, unsure of what to do.

Up close, the man was pleasantly handsome, but nothing that made her heart jump like that Casanova over there.

Stop it, Clarice. Stop thinking like this at once. You are here to see this nice man. Talk to him. Now!

“Sorry for the wait. I got waylaid coming here,” she said, hoping her heart would calm down a bit.

“Oh, it’s all right. I was just enjoying the view outside.” He smiled at her. “Oh, here, your rose,” the man said, handing the bloom to her.

“Thank you.” She smiled. He seemed nice.

“Here, have a seat.” The man moved to her side and pulled out the chair for her. Oh, how sweet, she thought. Such a gentleman. One brownie point for my date.

“The view is very beautiful at this time of evening, don’t you think?” he asked, flashing his pearly white teeth at her.

She mentally increased his score. A man that showed emotion definitely deserved another point. Plus, those clean white teeth warranted extra credit. She couldn’t imagine dating a man with bad oral hygiene, let alone asking for his sperm.

She was quite pleased with the turn of events, actually. The man was almost halfway there already. Just three more points to go to fit her criteria, and then she’d ask him for his sperm. Just perfect.

“Hello. Welcome. Have you decided on what you would like to order yet?”

Clarice looked up to see the waitress holding a pad of paper and pen in her hand. She smiled at her, then turned to look at the young man—

Chocolate chippy, she forgot his name. It was in the profile on her laptop. Why couldn’t she remember? What was it? Hunter, was it Hunter? Wait, that was that Casanova’s name.

Why did she remember Hunter’s name and not this handsome man’s? Useless, Clarice, useless. How are you going to find the perfect genes for your baby if you can’t even remember the guy’s name? And here you have the gift of memory, recalling all your patients’ names even when they’ve told you only once. How disgraceful, she yelled at herself.

Oh, just shut up. She told herself off. You’re driving me crazy.

“It’s Darcy,” the man said when he saw her expression that literally translated to, What was your name again? Because I forgot it already, even when I had just read your profile last night. “My name is Darcy.”

Oh, how polite. How adorable. Four points now. Maybe she could have a future with him after all.

They talked about this and that. He was twenty-three. A seven-year difference, but they say love holds no barrier. Plus, Casanova did say she looked nothing over twenty. At least until she proved her true age. She hoped this wouldn’t be the case for this lovely young man here.

They also talked about his hobbies. Apparently, he was just freshly out of university, gaining a bachelor’s degree in journalism at Massey University in Wellington. He was currently looking for a job, but hadn’t found the right one yet. So at present, he was working as a librarian, since he loved books so much, just like her. Ding! Ding! Ding! Another big thing in common. She could brag all day about Agatha Christie, her favourite mystery author, or Alexia Praks, her favourite romance author. She could see they could get along quite well together in the future.