Date with Mark

My uber takes a wrong turn and I'm a little late. I text him to that effect.

"no worries, I'm in a booth at the back"

Ok good... I've not been stood up. I get out across the road, and straighten my dress down my body, I'm nervous. I shouldn't be nervous. I'm hot, I'm available, by all accounts from my friend this guy is great. But I cant help it. its a first date.. its inevitable.

I walk into the bar, looking around as I enter, trying too see a guy that matches his description sitting alone.