Priscilla clutched tightly to the form she held in her hands, sweating profusely in her seat. She didn't notice that the paper was being scrunched up from her nervousness, so concerned was she with looking around for her date. The matchmaker, Layne, didn't give her a picture of her date, but instead gave her a piece of paper with the man's name, where to meet him and some general information about who he was. And the place to meet him was in a coffee shop inside a mall. It was a good choice in case the man turned out to be some sort of serial killer. There was less chance of that happening in a group of people. God what was she thinking? Was she really that desperate that she would turn to a Matchmaker to find her a lover? It wasn't as bad as going to eHarmony but still... She paid money for it. But she really didn't have time to find someone so why not let someone else do it for her? She sighed heavily as the thought ran through her head. Who was she kidding? You can always make time but the truth was, the woman was far too scared to go out on her own and find a man. Most of her friends and co-workers were already married or involved in very serious relationships. And her? Well, still the workaholic as always. She debated on buying herself a cup of coffee as she waited. Maybe even a piece of pound cake. But what if her date walked in and though her a pig for buying food before him? Hanging her head, she decided to wait it out.