Naujaâ€™s car broke down recently so she stood outside her job waiting on her Uber who was supposed to be there right when she got off. She wasnâ€™t mad but she was eager to get home. She and Aitu had a phone call planned to sort out when their second date would be. She could call him now but she knew if she called him the Uber would suddenly appear. â€ścome on, pleaseâ€ť she whispered into the air. He was almost too good to be true. Handsome, sweet and their date had been perfect. It had been like heâ€™d already known her before hand. When they met they exchanged numbers and had talked for months before the first date but still. He had planned such a perfect evening for them and had almost predicted anything she was thinking or wanting. He seemed to know things about her she couldnâ€™t remember telling him.