Bossman

Our first meeting did not go well. Stuck in a restaurant's hallway by the restrooms, I was whispering to my best friend, begging for a rescue from a dreadful date, when a tall, striking stranger overheard me. He called me rude and offered unsolicited dating tips. I told him to worry about his own business, and then I returned to my table, where the evening remained dull. Across the room, he kept catching me stealing glances, and he kept winking.

When the stranger and his stunning companion unexpectedly came over to our table, I assumed he would expose me. Instead, he claimed we were old acquaintances and invented wild, mortifying tales about our shared childhood. My date suddenly seemed far more interesting. After we went our separate ways, I kept thinking about him, though I assumed our paths would never cross again in a city of eight million people. Then, a month later, he turned up as my new boss.