Vedant sighed for the nth time. He glanced at his watch, waiting for his blind date. Being traditional, his mother had always had belief in arranged marriages. Even when he came out as gay, his mother didn't stop- now, she was arranging blind dates with guys for him. The fact that Vedant seemed to have no real interest in romance himself didn't help either, and just strengthened her notion. He knew some basic information about this date- he is a doctor. Just as vedant was getting annoyed by the lack of punctuality on the other person's part by being 5 minutes late, he saw someone approaching his table. and god he looked cute. Still, he steeled himself as he shook his hand. Hello. I assume the traffic was bad?