C10 It's Just Her

ASHER

Here we go—a date. Just one hour, anywhere. Alessia said this could help, but I know it won’t. Watching her every seconds would be far more useful than this pointless date.

The lady cleared her throat, trying to get my attention—and she succeeded. I stared at her, and she immediately lowered her eyes.

She was wearing a blue gown, her figure slightly fuller. She glanced at me