#beauforthayes001

No sooner than he sits, Mitch slides a single piece of printed paper across the coffee table between them. There’s a Cheshire-cat grin spread wide across his features. An expression which could strike fear into those who knew him. “Just call me Cupid.” His fingertips linger momentarily, his eyes entirely focused on his newfound company. On first glance, it appears to harbour all the usual queries - name, age, major - and then it diverts towards preferences, interests, the ideal first date. An indication that Mitch’s long-lasting joke had an air of seriousness hidden behind it. “Fill this in and you’ll be fighting them off with a stick.”