Throughout Sunday, I checked my phone a million times to ensure she didn't try to contact me, but no message from Elena came through. I felt terrible. The original bet completely escaped my mind. I genuinely wished to date this fantastic woman.
Monday afternoon, I arrived at Angel Kitchen and occupied the place by Elena. She was 10 minutes late, and there were dark rings around her eyes, suggesting she was distraught. I said hi and waited to see if she would talk to me. Despite her blemished face, she was as alluring as ever.
After working for 2 hours without saying a word, Elena whispered, "Matt, I tried my best to let you off the hook. The truth is that I very much want to talk to you, touch you, and kiss you..."
I grabbed her hand under the table, squeezed it gently, and said, "Thank
