COLIN My date has fallen asleep on me. His chin is on his chest, those long, dark lashes flush against his cheek. And he’s snoring. In the middle of a restaurant. He nodded off while I was mid-sentence. Fuck. This is my life now. Slowly killing my dates with boredom. This was not premeditated, Sheriff. Just plain old manslaughter. Death by small talk. Ben snorts a little in his sleep, and I run a hand across my jaw, looking around me at the other tables in the large dining room. Couples. Couples everywhere.