Candy

Calmly, she entered the dimly lit room, her eyes darting ubiquitously, surveying the scene. Her friend had told her about this night and she was more than ready to give it a try. Three rows of tables, each highlighted with a single candle, on each table a place card, one would bear her name. Excitement began to rise within her, she flushed and felt that familiar shudder starting in the pit of her stomach. Around the room stood groups of men, she felt like a little kid in a candy store. The Black Widow had never been speed dating before.