Page 79 of My Not-So-Super Blind Date
His grin grows exponentially as he stands, still holding my hand. “Jasper Jackson, at your service.” We both come around the table until we’re standing face-to-face.
“Nice to meet you, Jasper. Clarissa’s told me a lot about you.”
“You too. Alyssa said you were really cute, but I can tell we’re going to have lots to talk about besides that.”
I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have a conversation with.
“What do you do?” I ask.
He straightens, eyeing me carefully. “I work IT and security for Walter Wolfe. I was studying to be a doctor, but life got in the way. Maybe someday...”
Someday soon. My new catalogue of powers means I’ll be able to look out for the people I care about, including Jasper and his family. If Wolfe thinks he can keep blackmailing Jasper about the drug trial, I’ll make him wish he’d stayed a block of ice up in the penthouse.
“You said you were hungry?” I ask.
He winks. “Starving.”
“Great. Looks like they closed up this place, but I know somewhere else we can go. They make the best deep-fried pickles.”
Jasper laughs as he leads me toward the door. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. They have mustard in them, though, so I can’t eat them. Allergic.”
“Oh, that sucks.”
“I’ll survive. Want to give it a try? You can tell me if they’re as good as everyone says.”
He pushes open the door as a bus rumbles by. “I’m sure they’re great, but is that really what you want to do on a first date? Just pickles?”
I slide my hand into his. “We’ll start there. After that, who knows? I’ve got all night.”
“That’s great! So do I!” Jasper smiles. I can’t believe a guy like him is smiling at me. He probably thinks I’m some kind of fussy lab nerd. Wait until he hears I’ve got superpowers. But I can tell him about that later. Tomorrow, even.
We’ve got all the time in the world.
