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aware of any deliveries. “Uh, sure.”
    The delivery man enters my office and I’m immediately taken aback by the beautiful white vase holding a single purple Iris.
    “Someone’s happy.” The delivery man smiles setting the vase down on my desk and leaves without another word.
    I pull at the envelope that’s attached by a purple ribbon springing every direction. I’m shaking from excitement and anticipation as I open it.
     
    Sam, I’ve thought all night about our beers together. This time, join me for dinner and wine.
     
    I must have left a better impression with Logan than I thought. I have to admit, I can’t stop thinking about him. He’s instructed me to email him my response, but even with a skipping heart full of excitement, I cant. This will have to wait until after my meeting that is starting in ten minutes.
     
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    The meeting was quite boring which made it feel twice as long as it really was. I felt out of place being the only woman in the room surrounded by sullen businessmen, but they didn’t seem to notice me anyway. Adam didn’t talk much, allowing the other men to trade off ideas and prices. My poor hand took a beating with all of the note writing, but I got it done even with Logan trying to invade my concentration.
     
    To: Logan Starkes
    From: Samantha Beckman
    Subject: Dinner Proposal
     
    Well Logan, you’ve managed to put a smile on my face twice in less than 24 hours. Thank you for my flower, it’s beautiful.
     
    I accept your envelope dinner proposal. Let me know when and where you would like to meet.
     
    Samantha Beckman
    Executive Assistant
     
    The instant I hit send, my anxiety level sky rockets. By choice I haven’t been on a date in years. My last relationship sucked and ended pretty bad. I was a fool. This is going to be a damn train wreck. I get nervous and sweaty, losing my strength and confidence. He’s going to take one look at me and run the other direction, I know it.
    I begin to cypher through my notes and type them up for Adam so I can leave before midnight tonight when a ding from my computer, alerting me to a new email, sends my heart palpitating.
     
    To: Samantha Beckman
    From: Logan Starkes
    Subject: Can’t Wait
     
    I’m glad you liked your flower, and I’m even happier that I made you smile…again.
     
    Friday night, 6:00 p.m. at Elkridge.
    See you then.
     
    Logan
     
    Elkridge? Holy cow that’s a romantic and fancy restaurant. I hate fancy. Don’t like to do it. It takes too much to prep and most of the time you’re fake, acting in a pretend world. I’ll already be a nervous wreck and then I have to keep myself controlled. Yeah, train derailing for sure. I’ll have to rob Jess’ wardrobe since I don’t own anything past professional skirts and comfortable clothes.
     
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    Later in the evening, Jess and I are sitting at the table eating salads and discussing my date with Logan and what I’m going to wear when there’s a knock at the door. As I open the door, I’m met by an obnoxious vermin of a man.
    “Hey, Sam. Is Jess here?” Marty stretches his neck inside, his shit brown eyes scanning the room for the one he came for. I swear he never brushed his brown hair after he crawled his annoying ass out of bed this morning.
    “Oh look, it’s Marty,” I deadpan, rolling my eyes.
    I announce to Jess that he’s here and reluctantly open the door letting him in. He doesn’t take notice of the effect he has on me and plops down on the couch jerking his feet up to the table with his sneakers still on. Yeah, like he owns this place. He must have been born in a barn. Jess skips in and plops her butt down right beside him, clearly not caring about his shoes on the table either, and places a little kiss on his cheek. Jess and Marty dated in high school, and although they are just friends now, he can do no wrong by her. She’s blind to his low level of maturity and his annoying ways. He’s a decent