Of course it doesn't work out like that. Instead, when I float into The Corner Stop, the local bar where the band is playing, still buzzed from my three glasses of excellent wine, I run smack into Ben.
Not literally this time, but figuratively.
He's at the door taking tickets.
I have a moment of wishing that I can turn around and leave before he notices me, but I don't pull it off.
"Chloe!" He says with more enthusiasm than I feel. He's wearing dark jeans and a casual cotton blazer with the band's t-shirt underneath. He looks too good to ignore.
I tuck my hair behind my ears. "Hi, Ben."
"What are you doing here?"
"I have tickets." I wave my phone at him and he scans it.
"Two tickets."
"Yes."
He keeps his features neutral but his voice doesn't quite make it. "Ah."
"He's not coming," I blurt, then regret it.
"Okay."
"He got stuck at work."
"I assume you mean Jack?"
"Yes."
A hint of a smile. "Again?"
"It happens."
"Clearly."
Someone bumps me from behind, wanting to get in. I step out of the way and Ben scans his ticket.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
"Scanning tickets."
"You know what I mean."
He points to the logo on his t-shirt. "It's my band."
"You're in the band?"
"No, they're on my label."
I feel like a moron, but I can't seem to help myself. "And you're taking tickets?"
"I sweep the floors, too."
"Right."
"You seem angry."
I catch his eyes. Are we really going to do this here? I guess so. "I spoke to your sister today."
His eyes brows raise as he scans the ticket of the next person in line. "Kaitlin?"
"Do you have another sister?"
"No, I ... Can you give me a minute?"
"I guess."
He points to a small, round table near the stage. "I have that reserved. Take a seat and I'll be with you in a minute."
I cross my arms, not sure I'm going to comply.
"Please?"
"Okay."
I go to the table he indicated. There's a small reserved sign on it. I wonder who he was planning on sitting here with. If it's Rachel, I'm out of here. I might be out of here anyway, but I guess I can stick around and see what he has to say for himself.
I take a seat and look around. There's a stage in front of me with some instruments on it—a drum kit behind a series of plastic screens, a keyboard, some guitars. The backdrop is matte black and the air smells like beer and cheap disinfectant.
A waiter comes over with a glass of white wine on a tray. He's in his mid-twenties, with his hair in a pompadour and an over-the-top moustache.
"I didn't order this."
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CHLOE BAKER'S LOST DATE
ChickLit[COMPLETE] When Chloe Baker agrees to go on a blind date with her best friend's co-worker, she's only doing it to appease Kit. But then she and Jack hit it off and spend a magical day together. That is until he's suddenly unfindable after the date's...