Will tapped his foot nervously on the tile floor.
He hated first dates and hated blind dates even more.
So why in the world did I agree to this? he wondered, well, maybe because I’m beyond desperate.

But why was he complaining? The girl sitting across from him was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She seemed cool and confident but had this alert look about her.

Maybe that’s why he couldn’t think of a single conversation that would not make him look like an idiot.

“So,” he started uncertainly, “what do you like to do….”

Before he could finish his question, an explosion sounded from across the plaza.

“Get down!” she ordered while pulling out a small pistol from her purse.

Before Will could ask for any explination, the woman grabbed him from under the table and led him behind a brick wall a few hundred feet away.

As if he had asked his questions aloud, she answered, “You can call me Layla. I’ve been sent to protect you Mr. Moore. You know something we need.”