Dating my friends daughter
So at the last minute, I had to scramble to find someone I could convince to go with me.
Since I don't really have a lot of attractive young women as friends, and since the agency didn't have anyone available as a substitute for Rachel (and to tell the truth, I probably wouldn't have taken a sub anyway), I called the only person I knew who could fulfill the "aesthetic" requirements of being my companion.
It seems her boyfriend thought it was important that she attend his family's Christmas Eve gathering.
I'm not sure if he really knows what Rachel does for a living.
That quiet town could have been the town I was raised in, and that would have been fine by me.
Given the Christmas Eve holiday, traffic was understandably light.
It's hard to tell being up so high, but there might have been a few flakes of snow falling in an attempt to make the concrete-gray environment below seem more festive and holiday-like.
It was her that I was waiting on as the clock moved past .
I glanced out the window of my 20 story apartment at the city below.
One good thing about the light traffic -- it wouldn't take as long to get to the club as it normally did, and since someone seemed to be taking her own sweet time getting ready, that was a very good thing.