Seth looked at Roman and shook his head in disbelief. He knew Roman was hurting after having lost his wife but this plan was fucked up beyond fucked up. Roman needed help but most certainly not this type of help that he was planning on getting.

"Stop," Seth said. "Don't do this."
"I have to," Roman said.
"Why?" Seth asked.
"She's the descendent of Baron Samedi," Roman answered.
"I know that. That's not what I mean. Why do you feel the need to do this?" Seth asked.

Roman blinked as tears formed in his eyes.

"I miss her so much," Roman said.
"This is not the solution, Roman. She won't be able to help you. You know that. You need a therapist. Not some fucking voodoo," Seth said.
"I have to try," Roman said. "You would do the same if it was Becky who was lying in the cold ground."
"No, I wouldn't," Seth said.
"Yes, you would!" Roman sneered. "Either support me or get the fuck out of my way."
"I can't support this. I love you, but this is a step too far," Seth said.

Roman nodded and got out of Seth's car without another word. He shut the door and crossed the street. Seth watched as Roman walked into the building. He moved his eyes to the sign on the door.

TODAY: SPEED DATING

Seth had no clue how Roman had done it, but somehow Roman had tracked down this woman and stalked her around. He had learned she was going on speed dating today, and that was his plan to get into her life. All to get his dead wife back from the dead.

"Fuck this, I'm out," Seth mumbled.

He turned on the engine and drove away. He would not play any part in this fucked up plan. Had he known why Roman wanted a ride today, he would have refused to take him there. Roman didn't come clean until they were in front of the building.

Inside the building Roman sat with the third woman. He played his part and talked to them but he kept his eyes on her. Elona Samedi. The buzzer sounded and he happily walked over to her table. Finally she was within reach. The woman with the black, curly hair and the bottle green eyes. He sat down and put on his best smile.

"Wow," he said. "The angels have blessed me today."
"Okay, that was weird," she laughed.
"Sorry, that opening was so bad," he chuckled. "Hi, I'm Roman."
"I'm Elona," she said. "So tell me, Roman. Why does a handsome man need to go on speed dating?"
"I'm actually kinda shy. And I don't like being judged on my looks. I got a lot to offer on the inside but I feel like a lot of times I go on a date, the woman I'm with doesn't care. I'm getting too old for all the shallow stuff. I want something real," he said.

She tilted her head and gave him a warm smile. He could see he was in. He just had to keep moving in this direction, and he was sure she would put his name on her card after all 20 rounds.

"You sound like a great guy," she said.
"I hope so," he said. "What about you? What's your story for being here?"
"After my last breakup I didn't feel so confident. I gave up on dating for a long time. A friend of mine convinced me to come here. You'll meet her next. She's sitting behind me," she said.

He looked over her shoulder to see the woman that apparently was her friend and then turned his eyes back to her.

"I'd rather stay here," he said.
"Cheap points," she grinned.
"Whatever works," he grinned back. "In all honesty, I really do enjoy talking with you. I wish we had more than 3 minutes."

The buzzer sounded and his smile dropped just enough to let her know he was sad to leave her table. He had played his hand, and he hoped it had worked. He continued through all the tables and then awaited his fate after having put her name down on his card. His smile couldn't get any bigger when he was told his name was on her card as well. He walked over to her and smirked at the redness suddenly appearing in her cheeks.

"I hear we're a match," he said.
"Hopefully a good one," she said.
"Let's find out," he said. "Are you free for a date Saturday?"
"I am," she said. "Let me put my number in your phone."