Meg looked at her watch as she sat alone at the five-star restaurant at which Jake had made the reservation. She was wearing an elegant red dress, on loan from a sibling, and some heels, which she never wore, but she could if she had to. She remembered the night that Jake had missed the date altogether. Meg was not going to go looking all around New York in heels. If he didn't show, she would just order a bunch of food and put it on his tab, which might be a little spiteful, but Meg wanted to be romanced, not just had, a new feeling for her.