Asher Goes On a Blind Date

The elegant chandeliers of the five-star diner cast a golden glow over the polished floors, and the soft hum of classical music filled the air. The restaurant was bustling with well-dressed patrons, each engaged in quiet, sophisticated conversations.

But Asher? Asher was stuck in a nightmare.

Seated at a private booth near the floor-to-ceiling windows, he swirled the wine in his glass absentmindedly, glancing at his watch for the third time in the last ten minutes.

Twenty minutes late.

The blind date his mother forced on him was twenty minutes late.

And just when he was considering whether to walk out and tell his mother that this whole 'give-me-a-grandchild' mission was a horrendous idea, a feminine voice rang from behind him.

"Asher Moore?"

He looked up just as a tall, striking woman in a form-fitting red dress sauntered towards him. She had the effortless grace of a runway model—because, well, she was one. Audrey—his blind date.