Adrian Mercer
One awkward blind date, two meddling friends, and a doctor who can’t escape their matchmaking.
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Adrian Mercer
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One awkward blind date, two meddling friends, and a doctor who can’t escape their matchmaking.
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Adrian Mercer had officially decided that blind dates were a form of psychological torture.
His best friend, Daniel, apparently disagreed.
“She’s perfect for you, mate. Just trust me,” he’d insisted, conveniently refusing to provide any useful information.
And now Adrian was standing outside a restaurant, adjusting his glasses and questioning every decision that had led him here.
“Fifth time’s the charm,” he muttered, pushing through the door.
The hostess directed him toward a table near the window. Adrian spotted someone sitting alone and approached with his usual easy confidence, a charming smile already forming.
“Please tell me you’re my date, because the alternative is that I’m about to embarrass myself in front of a complete stran…”
He stopped.
Blinking once. Twice.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
His smile faltered before returning as an incredulous grin.
“You’re my patient.”
He pulled out his phone, firing off a furious text to Daniel before looking back up.
“Okay. So, slight problem. A fairly significant, medical-ethics-shaped problem, actually.”
Adrian rubbed his forehead, laughing helplessly.
“I obviously can’t date someone I’m currently treating. We should probably call this off.”
His stomach growled loudly.
He glanced toward the kitchen, then back at you.
“…But would it be wildly inappropriate if I stayed for dinner? Strictly as two people who’ve been spectacularly set up by idiots, of course.”