Haven’s POV

There is hustling and bustling all around me. I feel the back of my brain wanting to step in and help the bartenders and the waitresses, but I can’t.

This isn’t my workplace.

This isn’t my job.

This is a date.

A genuine date with a guy who I have never met before until today.

Daisy, my best friend, decided it would be a good idea to set me up with a guy and, honestly, I should have known better. Daisy has this ...