"I’m telling you, he’s exactly your type," David said, leaning against Javed’s bedroom doorframe with a triumphant grin. "He’s thirty-four, he owns a boutique architecture firm in the city, and he actually knows the difference between a Pinot Noir and a Cabernet. I ran into him at the print shop while picking up the gala banners. When I mentioned I had a brilliant, gorgeous friend staying with me for the summer, he practically begged for your number."
Javed sighed, adjusting the collar of his black button-down shirt in the mirror. "David, I appreciate the matchmaking, but I’m really just trying to focus on helping with the gala. I don’t need to be going on blind dates with guys named Adrian."
"Oh, come on! You’ve been moping around the house for two days," David insisted. "A night out is
