Kissmatures Bridget -

He reached over. His hand was warm, the palm rough with old calluses. He didn’t grab or rush. He just held her hand gently, as if it were something precious.

She didn't expect much. A few awkward winks, maybe a man holding a fish in his profile picture. kissmatures bridget

“Bridget,” he said. “I’m glad you clicked that silly ad.” He reached over

And then she saw him. He wasn’t tall or movie-star handsome. He had a kind face, a little crumpled, and he was holding a small brown paper bag. a little crumpled