Jet chews his lower lip as he checks his phone for what feels like the twentieth time in the last few minutes, wishing for a cigarette. He has some, but is holding off while he waits for his date to show. Most buns he knows don’t care, but smoking is a turn-off for some. He’d done Satin’s matchmaking questionnaire half as a joke, but since he’s here, he doesn’t want to make a bad first impression.
The noise ...