When my brother set me up with Andy, I didn’t expect much. But from the moment he arrived — wildflowers in hand, smile sincere — I thought maybe I’d misjudged blind dates. Dinner flowed effortlessly; he was polite, funny, and refreshingly present. When he offered to drive me home, I hesitated, then agreed — and the night ended as smoothly as it began. I actually went to bed smiling, thinking I’d met someone real.
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