What on earth was he doing?
Percy didn't know why he had responded to the ad in the paper. All he knew was that he was currently sitting at a table in a cafe, drumming his fingers on the table in front of him, trying not to watch the door too much, and trying not to think too much about the piles of work that were sitting on his desk at the Ministry.
A blind date. What had he been thinking?
When the bell over the cafe door jingled, he lifted his head, wondering if this next person was the woman he was expecting.
This was going to be the worst day ever, he already knew it.