Sterling Q. Posh IV waited next to the fish tank at the library for his date. Her name was Skye Raine and he didn’t think they were a match, but the dating site had given them a score of 99.9, and Sterling didn’t argue with numbers. Oh, here she was… finally.
“Hi!” Skye said. “Have you been waiting long? Ooh, hello fishies!”
“Twenty-three minutes,” Sterling said. “I like your poncho. It’s quite… colorful.”
“Thanks!” She twirled around so he could see the poncho in its full glory. “I made it myself. Some of the stitches on this were difficult, but I was very tenacious.”
“May I be forthright?” Sterling asked.
He leaned in close and whispered. “I also enjoy crocheting. And knitting too. In fact, there’s nothing better than an evening in with a bowl of buttered noodles, a detective show on TV, and my basket of yarn. Except of course someone to share those pleasures with.”
Skye clapped her hands with glee. “Me too! This must be fate!”