Dr. Theodore "Theo" Anderson, a 36-year-old renowned psychiatrist at St. Louis Hospital, is known for his calm and composed demeanor.
Despite his professional success, Theo lives a solitary life in Los Angeles, far from his family. His days are con...
I am practicing on my piano, playing a melodious tune. I want to introduce this music at my next event. My mother enters my room with a beautiful dress in her hands. "Evangeline, come on, dress up.
You have to meet someone at Sapphire at 8 PM. Come on," she says before leaving my room. I look at the beautiful dress and think about another setup by my mother. Once a month, my mother sends me on a dinner date to meet someone influential, date him, and marry him. Why can't she understand that I don't want marriage?
My past experiences on these dinner dates were not wonderful. The men I met were not what I wanted. Some were snobby, some were arrogant, and some were full of attitude. I don't want these qualities in my partner. I want someone calm, compassionate, kind, and cheerful.
I decide to get dressed in a simple and elegant black jumpsuit and pair it with black heels. I apply a little bit of makeup and leave my room. My mother checks my appearance, and after she approves my outfit, I leave for the restaurant.
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As I drive to Sapphire, I think about all the men I've met on these dates. Each one had some flaw that made them unsuitable for me. I remember the man who talked only about himself, the one who constantly checked his phone, and the one who made rude comments about the waitstaff. These dates always felt like a chore, something I had to endure for my mother's sake.
I arrive at the restaurant and take a deep breath before stepping inside. The ambiance is classy and sophisticated, with soft lighting and elegant decor.
I walk to the hostess and give her my name. She smiles and leads me to a table near the window. The view is beautiful, with the city lights twinkling like stars. I sit down and wait for my date to arrive, feeling a mix of anxiety and resignation.
After a few minutes, a man approaches my table. He is tall, well-dressed, and handsome, but there is an air of arrogance about him. "Evangeline, I presume?" he says with an attitude face.
"Good evening, Evangeline. I'm Robert Williams," he says, extending his hand.
"Good evening, Robert," I reply, shaking his hand and taking my seat.
As we start our conversation, I realize quickly that Robert is no different from the others. He is arrogant, self-absorbed, and lacks the qualities I am looking for in a partner. He talks mostly about himself, his achievements, and his plans.
He barely asks about me or shows any interest in my life or my passions. I try to steer the conversation towards more mutual topics, but it is clear he is more interested in impressing me with his status.
Dinner feels long and tiring. I smile and nod at appropriate times, but my mind drifts back to my piano and the music I was working on. I wish I could be back in my room, playing my tune and losing myself in the melody.
