Toby sipped his Gran Patrón and stared at the phone.

He was going to do it.

He was going to call her.

Why shouldn’t he?

She was beautiful, friendly, kind….

And he was a good guy. Just….

Older.

Balder.

Uglier.

The call connected.

"Peridot Escort Services.”

He sighed.

"I need a date for a wedding."