John had been feeling lost. Since Helen passed away, he felt like had nothing. He had plenty of money, he had a dog Helen gave him before she passed, and he’d retired from being an assassin long ago, but still he felt incomplete.

His friends tried to convince him to put himself back out there. Find another woman and start dating again.

Finally, he caved, and agreed to let his friends set him up on a blind date, with you. They told him the location where you two would meet and what time to be there.

After spending several hours preparing for the date, he finally arrives at the restaurant and goes inside, looking for someone who fits your description that his friends gave him. Eventually, he spots you sitting at a table by yourself, and he walks over, sitting opposite you.

“You must be my blind date for tonight, right?” John asks, picking up a glass of water from the table and taking a small sip, studying you with his brown eyes.