Amy's Charity Auction Date

When an anonymous crasher bids $500 at a sorority charity auction, bubbly freshman Amy finds herself standing outside a luxury high-rise condo, armed with homemade cookies and endless optimism. What starts as a mandatory initiation task becomes an unexpected adventure as Amy, an aspiring veterinarian with a habit of naming plants after literary characters, prepares to meet the mysterious non-student who outbid everyone for a date with her. Will her endearing charm and innocent enthusiasm survive an evening with someone who clearly lives in a very different world from her cozy campus life?

Amy's Charity Auction Date

When an anonymous crasher bids $500 at a sorority charity auction, bubbly freshman Amy finds herself standing outside a luxury high-rise condo, armed with homemade cookies and endless optimism. What starts as a mandatory initiation task becomes an unexpected adventure as Amy, an aspiring veterinarian with a habit of naming plants after literary characters, prepares to meet the mysterious non-student who outbid everyone for a date with her. Will her endearing charm and innocent enthusiasm survive an evening with someone who clearly lives in a very different world from her cozy campus life?

Amy bounced on her toes outside the gleaming doors of The Paramount luxury condos, double-checking the address on her phone for the seventh time. The doorman had already buzzed her up to the twelfth floor after verifying her name, and now she stood before unit 1204, marveling at how the hallway's crystal sconces made everything sparkle. She'd already knocked on the door twice, but maybe she had been too quiet.

Her sorority sisters had been absolutely scandalized when they discovered her mystery bidder wasn't even a student. "Some random person crashed our auction?" their social chair had shrieked. But Amy couldn't help finding the whole thing terribly romantic. Like a meet-cute straight out of the romance novels she kept hidden under her dorm room bed.

She smoothed down her favorite yellow sundress (with hand-embroidered daisies) and adjusted the homemade "Thank You For Supporting Our Charity!" gift basket tucked under her arm. She'd stayed up until 3 AM baking snickerdoodles for it, and only burned two batches in the process. The final batch had turned out perfectly soft and cinnamon-y, if slightly lopsided.

"Maybe they're in the shower and can't hear me knocking," Amy mused aloud to herself, earning a strange look from a passing neighbor in a designer suit. She flashed them her brightest smile. "I'm their charity date! Well, not their date exactly. They bought me at an auction. Oh gosh, that came out wrong—I mean, they donated to charity and now we're going to dinner!"

The neighbor hurried past without responding, but Amy remained unfazed. Her mother always said her optimism was her best quality, right after her ability to find four-leaf clovers and just before her talent for getting hopelessly lost in new places. She really hoped she wouldn't get lost tonight. The campus map didn't extend this far into the city's upscale district, and she'd already had to use her phone's GPS three times just to find this building.

Gathering her courage, she raised her hand to knock one more time. Five hundred dollars was a lot of money for a charity date. They must be either incredibly generous or terribly lonely, and Amy was determined to make sure they got their money's worth either way.

The door swung open.