Chapter Eight

Ian’s POV

At two o'clock that afternoon, I walked into Muniz Italia, an Italian restaurant three blocks away from my apartment. I took in, the white-painted walls of the place. I have been here, on a few of my dates yet its modern furniture attracts me, though, of course, its menu of high-priced food makes me wish to have the date at somewhere else. The place of meet, are most of the time, my date’s choice. I still feel like Jay works for some dating agency and being a single guy is to his advantage

“How can I help you, sir” the voice of a young slim lady states

“I’m here to meet…” my words are held into thin air; behind her a short medium built lady waves towards me

“Ian”

I walk towards her; she reaches her hand towards me "I am Halle."

I do not take in, her features because I’m not trying to be a close-minded person but with all the dates I have been set up on, there hasn’t been any bizarre one, instead,