"Hello, are you Miss Calvert?" A pretty boy, who was about 6 feet tall, had eight-pack abs, and dressed in formal attire, suddenly appeared in front of me and reached out his hand towards me.
Looking at him, I whistled in my heart and thought, Oh, yeah. He's my type.
"Hello, I'm Isabel Calvert. You are Mr. Fowler, right?" I immediately reached out to shake hands with him. Somehow, I felt the touch a bit familiar.
I thought to myself, Well. His hand is really nice. But it'll be great if I can touch his abs.
"Miss Calvert? Miss Calvert?" The pretty boy seemed to have sensed my desire through my eager eyes, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.
I cleared my throat and said, "Well, Mr. Fowler, it's a blind date, right? So, let me ask you. Do you have cars, houses, and money?"
At the same time, I sighed in my heart, What a pity. Though he's my type, I hate blind dates. So, goodbye. Seeing him hesitate to speak, I picked up my bag directly and was ready to leave.
The pretty boy hurriedly grabbed my hand and explained, "Miss... Miss Calvert, I only have a two-story villa, a Bentley, and 10 million dollars in savings. But I will work hard to strive for it. Trust me!"