Mark Reed smirked and said, "You have a rich imagination. I just want to find a woman who isn't interested in me to have a meal with. It's that simple."
"Why?"
She didn't understand. Why find someone not interested in him to accompany him? Wouldn't someone interested do just as well?
"To accompany me on a blind date."
Mark Reed hadn't been on a blind date in a long time, and if it weren't for finding a reasonable excuse, he wouldn't mention this topic at all.
"Why do you need me to accompany you on a blind date?"
Could it be he's arranging for her to sabotage it?
Valentine Teller's mind was filled with clichéd TV drama scenes: a man and a woman on a blind date, chatting happily, and suddenly a furious woman bursts in, throwing water over the other woman and slapping her: "Dare to steal my man, you're courting death."
The man awkwardly explains over and over: "She's my ex-girlfriend, I promise we've already broken up."
