“Not that good. He’s bicycled off so he gets his workout. We’re meeting at the boathouse,” she said as she wheeled her bike down to the bike path with one hand on the handlebars.

“Are you serious? What kind of a date is that? Why didn’t he just work out beforehand?”

“He likes to be efficient.”

“Efficient? I’m not even going to go into how nuts that sounds. Well, at least you’re getting drinks at the boathouse—that should give you time to talk, if you still have any interest. Oh, man, gotta go. Stop by later and give me all the gory details.”

Audrey bicycled up to the boathouse. No Dan at the boathouse entrance. Out of the corner of her eye, someone was vigorously waving. Dan. He was sitting on a bench on the other side of the road.

“Over here,” he said. She biked over to him.

“There’s a vendor over there who sells water if you’re thirsty.” He pointed to the vendor. “I already got mine.” She should continue biking, but she had a morbid curiosity to see what he was going to say. She bought herself a water bottle and sat next to Dan on the bench.

“So, what are your interests other than spin class? Do you do any other sports?” he asked.

“Not anymore,” she said. “Do you?”

“Fly fishing.”

Was fly fishing a sport?

“I am hugely into fly fishing, and biking, of course.” He leaned back against the bench. “I’m kind of into those solitary sports—you know—man on his own. I’m kind of like a monk.”

“Interesting.” He hadn’t mentioned that he aspired to be a monk in his profile. And she had definitely written she was seeking someone outgoing. Any online chemistry had disappeared. She searched for something to say as she sipped her water. “So, where do you go fly fishing?”

“Up in the Catskills. Have you ever been fly fishing?”

“No.”

“It takes enormous skill and strategy. And patience. I’ve got this amazing collection of fishing lures.”

“How does that work?”

“Different lures attract different fish. It’s really an art form.” He took a gulp of his water. “Finished your water? I want to do another turn round the park. It was great meeting you. Maybe we can get together again sometime. I’m going to a fly-fishing lecture next week on Wednesday, if you’d like to join me.”

“I’ve got to work late that night.” She was not wasting any more of her free time on this guy. Not when she could have been biking with Jake. What a disaster.

“Okay, well, maybe I’ll see you on the loop around.” Dan bicycled off, and she bicycled home.

Back home, she knocked on Eve’s door to tell her the date was over. “Fastest date yet, pun intended. He must have found me ugly.”