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Not that it’s any of my business.

But it could be if this date goes good.

“I can’t say I’ve had a ‘worst’ date—they’ve all been pretty meh. Not all that exciting. Just your basic, college first date at a coffee shop for the most part.”

“Lucky you.”

I lift my gaze to look him in the eye. “Oh? Does that tone mean you’ve had a few doozies?”

Drew laughs. “Yup.”

I lean forward. “Do tell. And don’t leave out any of the juicy details.”

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She was louder than…your mom

I cannot tellDaisy about my date with Karris the other night.

For starters, it was a disaster for many reasons, one of them being that she had already been on a date with Drew, and only once I was trapped in her house did the warning bells in my head go off.

Let me see, how to do I phrase this?

I steeple my hands and purse my mouth. “Well. My worst date was with…someone who had also gone out with my brother.”

There. That’s most of the truth.

Daisy’s eyes widen.

“What made it the worst?”

“When I got to her place—'cause that’s where she wanted to meet, thinking I was my brother and we’d already gone out—she came at me with a big plate of cookies she’d made.”

It was weird, to say the least.

I hadn’t even rang the doorbell or knocked when I’d gotten to Karris’s house—as soon as I set foot on the front step, the door had swung open.

“You’re here!” Karris had crooned, out of breath as if she’d run a mile.

“Yup. I’m here.”

When the door opens wider and steps aside, I can’t help but notice she’s wearing a Colter football jersey with my name on it.

It’s not unusual for students on campus to have sweatshirts, tee shirts, or jerseys with our football numbers on them, but a female I’m on a first date with?

It feels a little…

Creepy.

Granted, it could be also be a coincidence.

Hard to tell, hard to decide.

Reluctantly, I shuffled inside, eyes doing a quick scan of the interior. Brown carpet. Brown couch. Bare walls.

Not at all girly, but stereotypical for a college rental.

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