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long string of one night stands.
    Ugh, I’m terrible. Thinking about other girls when I’m about to meet another for a date? That is, if Audrey ever shows up. I glance down at my phone, checking the time. It’s 6:02. I’m normally pretty flexible with punctuality but every second she isn’t here is another second of me growing more and more anxious.
    Suddenly, I remember that Audrey doesn’t know what I look like either. I decide to send her a message through the Blinder  app, where I see we haven’t spoken since Tuesday when I agreed to meet her here. Maybe she’s forgotten about our date.
            “ I’m in Rucco’s ,” I start, “ the booth toward the back corner .” I press send. I’m the only guy sitting alone in a booth so she’ll know who I am. My foot immediately starts tapping on the wooden floor. I decide that if she’s not here within the next fifteen minutes, I’m going to call the date a bust and go home. Or maybe go take the barista up on her offer.
            After another minute or two passes, I hear the bell over the door of the shop ding as someone enters, but I’m too busy looking back at my phone, attempting to somehow form a psychic connection with Audrey through it and ask her if she’s still coming.
            “ Preston ?” A familiar, irritated voice says. I peer up from my phone and first see long, tan legs that go on for miles. Then a dark navy skirt, a matching blazer, dark russet hair, and finally her beautiful, yet clearly angry, face. She shoves her phone right into my line of view, our Blinder  messages staring back at me and I know that I am not hallucinating.
            My date, Audrey R., is none other than Carter Redford, the woman I’m pretty sure hates me.

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Chapter Four: Carter

    This could not  be happening.
        Out of every single person in the twenty five mile radius that could have been matched with me, I ended up with Ashton ?
        Wait a second…
        “ Preston ?” I ask, unsure if I’m confused or just annoyed at this point.
        I hold out my phone to show him the messages I’d exchanged with my match, hoping he’ll laugh and tell me he has no clue who Preston is.
        Instead he groans, and looks up at the ceiling. “Of freaking course…” he mutters.
        I’m pretty sure I’m in shock. My phone is still in his face, and I quickly try to gain some sort of composure by putting the device into my bag.
        “I don’t understand,” I begin, slowly. “Your name is Ashton .”
        I take the seat across from him, knowing I’ll be leaving any second anyway.
        “Funny, I was just about to say your  name is Carter,” he says, finally looking at me as he crosses his arms.
        I guess I do owe him an explanation. “Audrey Hepburn is my idol,” I say. “ I couldn’t use what most people would consider a guy’s name on a blind-date app. Also I had to make sure my parents didn’t find out,” I conclude, and it hits me that this is already the longest conversation we’ve ever had. “What’s your excuse?”
        He sighs, the look on his face telling me he’d rather be anywhere but here. “My full name is Preston Ashton Lewis III. For some reason, my drunk-ass self decided to use my first name when I made the account.” He rolls his eyes. “Stupid gas station piss,” he mumbles.
        I raise my eyebrows at him, but I can’t help giving a slight giggle at his words. I almost want to comment on his name, and the fact that he was apparently drunk when he agreed to go on a date with me, but the last part he mentioned has my attention. “Gas station what ?” I ask, trying, and failing, to maintain my normal, polished, attitude.
        Ashton looks surprised, but grins. “Gas station piss. It was my twenty-first birthday, so Sofia and I bought some cheap beer