Jared gripped the bouquet tighter. He was finally going to meet her. They had talked, of course, but that was only over the phone and online. Today he was going to meet Sarah in person. He rocked back and forth. He hadn’t been so nervous or excited in a long time.
The waiter came over. “Can I get you something to drink, sir?”
“Yes. No. Umm, just a water, please.” Get it together, Jared told himself.
They had met on a dating site, just chatting at first. But chats turned into conversations, and conversations got deeper. He asked Sarah if he could call her, and to his relief, she said yes.
He had never met anyone like her. She was part sweet, part serious, and part silly, all covered by blond hair and a petite frame. And she was different. Her story was different, and he couldn’t help feeling admiration for this courageous young lady.
“Here’s your water, sir. Would you like anything else right now?”
“No thanks. My date should be here soon.” The waiter nodded and walked away.
Sarah was hesitant to meet at first. She thought he might not like her as much if he saw her in real life, and he might only want to be friends. Jared didn’t buy it. He had seen the pictures, and he didn’t care. They only lived a couple of hours away from each other, so she finally agreed to meet him.
The door opened. Sarah came in, looking just like she did in her pictures: blond, petite, and sitting in her wheelchair. Jared stood up. Sarah came over, smiling with just a hint of shyness, and reached out her hand. Jared took it, and offered her the flowers.
“Hi,” she said.
Jared grinned.
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