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For the date, Nancy dressed professionally. A fitted blazer over a silk blouse, with a black pencil skirt and low heels.
Sharp, polished, and totally herself.
The hostess led her through the restaurant to a window table where Dr. Bennett was waiting.
The man looked older than his photos. He wore a loud striped shirt under a vest, with thick-rimmed glasses. He'd clearly overthought his outfit.
Nancy didn't trust men who tried that hard to look 'quirky intellectual.'
She smiled politely. "Hello, I'm Nancy. You must be Dr. Bennett?"
"Finally. Miss Miller. I'm Bennett."
The man pushed his glasses up. "I thought someone in finance would be better with punctuality."
Nancy caught the condescending tone right away. "Excuse me? Dr. Bennett, I'm not late, am I?"
