Alistair McClair, Seattle's #1 most eligible bachelor, has had a string of horrible breakups. 99 ex-girlfriends to be exact. And now was his time for a new match. But an issue arises in the matchmaking process, linking him up with a man. Alistair se...
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Calvin Fischer
‘Dear Calvin,
I’m sure you’re wondering why you’ve received this note instead of a phone call. After work, there will be a car waiting for you outside. Get inside it and it will take you to our destination. Don’t bother trying to dress up. This event will be just about us.
With great love, Alistair.’
I read the note and sighed happily to myself. So for the rest of the day, I was getting more anxious. As soon as the clock reached five, I practically ran out of there and looked around the parking lot.
An elegant black car drove up to the front and a driver stepped out. “Are you Calvin Fischer?” He asked me.
I nodded. “Yes.” The driver opened the door and signaled for me to get inside. It was warm inside. I asked the driver where we were going, but he just told me that Alistair wanted to take me somewhere.
After a few minutes, the driver approached a familiar place, Blockhouse, the place where Alistair and I had our first date.
“Here we are, sir.” The driver announced. I got out of the car and looked towards the front of the establishment. Quickly, a waiter walked up to me. I remembered him as one of the waiters who ignored me the first time I came here.
“Evening, Mr. Fischer. Mr. McClair insisted that I take you to the private lounge. Would you please follow me?” He said.
I nodded and followed the waiter as he walked into the restaurant. I remembered the path almost perfectly, just behind a large set of doors and up some stairs until we reached the more exclusive part.
Only this time, the upper part was completely empty. Except for one person: Sitting in the same spot, at the same chair and same table, was Alistair McClair. I watched as he glanced down at his watch.
He must’ve heard my footsteps, because he looked up and immediately got out of his chair and walked towards me.
“Happy anniversary, Calvin.” He said as he embraced me into a hug. My face was planted into his chest. But at least I caught a whiff of his cologne.
“Happy anniversary to you too, Alistair.” I replied. Alistair didn’t waste time and made me sit in the same spot. He pushed in my chair and went to his side.
“Sorry for the cryptic note. I just like when you put those sweet notes in my lunch that I wanted to return the favor.” Alistair said.
I sat back in my seat and awed at the skyline of Seattle. The tallest building had his company’s logo on it.
“Did you ever expect this?” I asked. Alistair asked for more context. “Did you ever expect to see yourself here, celebrating your one year anniversary?”
Alistair took a sip of his lemon water. He had already ordered our drinks before I came. “Uh, not really. Before I met you, I thought my entire life was just going to be one endless cycle of relationships. Luckily, you broke it. Now, I can say that I expect this to be a yearly thing.”
