「July 25, 2014, 10:30 AM. Zhicheng Flower Shop.」
The low buzz of a phone vibrating on the desk instantly jolted the man awake. He had been slumped over the desk, deep in sleep. He squinted, wiping the gunk from the corners of his eyes as he tried to pull his muddled thoughts together, and reached for his phone.
[Mom: Son, that girl from the blind date yesterday seemed to have a pretty good impression of you. She even told her parents you were alright. You should ask her out more, go for a walk or something. You're not getting any younger...]
"If asking for money and her name on the house deed right off the bat counts as 'a pretty good impression'… then anyone would leave a 'pretty good impression',"
