Primrose is a dream to date. She knows exactly how to make a guy feel special – knows to let him pay for her drinks, but not her dinner, will let him hold her hand across the table, will ask him question after question about his job, and not even expect him to ask half as many in return.
She is excited to meet Peter. She is hoping for someone geeky but cute, kind but funny. She prides herself on not being one of those girls who cares about things like height, or the car a guy drives. She prides herself on not being that shallow.
However, if she did care about those things, she’d be in luck. Peter is 6″3 and he drives a BMW.
Plus, she fancies him. She likes the way he looks, the sound of his voice (that’s surprisingly important), the fact that he’s wearing button-fly jeans, which have never yet failed to turn her on.
He slides the wine list across the bar towards her, and she asks for a glass of chardonnay, just like she always does. She might usually have suggested that they share a bottle, but as he’s driving, she decides not to.
That’s where it all goes wrong.
He’ll never understand why there was no kiss at the end of the night. Nor why she ghosted him.
He’d never guess it was the pint of orange juice and lemonade.