Haunted Boston

It had been another long, chaotic evening at work. The advantage of working the twelve hour shift meant Natalie only had to do it three times a week. The downside was twelve hours of never-ending stress. She had also, in a moment of impaired judgement, scheduled a blind date for two hours after the end of said shift.

Did people still call it a blind date? There had been pictures exchanged over texts, after all. Natalie chose neutral ground, a bar she had passed several times on her way home, but never entered. It was busy enough to provide distraction if small talk fell through. Ever the pessimist.

She shrugged off her black jacket and ran her fingers through her thick, dark curls to plump them up. After a brief scan, the nurse spotted a row of empty seats at the bar. No solitary male looking up at the door every few minutes. Natalie had gotten there first. The brunette ordered one of the local craft brews and settled in for the waiting game. She'd fire off a casual, questioning text after she finished the beer.

And she would try valiantly not to be the one lonely person with her eyes fixed on the entrance.