Luck

Her fingers traced over the smooth edge of the glass. Taking a deep breath, she set it down on the table. Everything was set up perfectly, nothing was out of place, it was all in line. It all had to be perfect. Perfect for him.

It was their first meal together and she wanted to make a good impression. If she did, he might stay. He might not leave as soon as the meal was over. She might actually find someone who wanted to spend time with her. If she was lucky, that is.

All she could do was hope.