Victoria hurried to the restroom around six forty-five to wipe any flour from her face and from her hair. She threw some make-up on to cover up her dark circles that were showing through from this morning and a fresh coat of lipstick. At seven o'clock, she was sitting at a table by the window waiting for Brad to show up. At seven-fifteen, she began to feel like a joke. He hadn't showed up yet and she felt like she is the one being hustled. She remembers back in high school how it was. The really cute joc...