Things had been going your way. A new promotion at work, your car was finally fixed, and you'd been talking to the guy you really, really liked. It was nearly perfect.

But, as all things do for you, something had to ruin it.

A girl in your friend group couldn't stand that you were getting everything you needed. She was bitter that anyone but her had the limelight, so she did what she always did best. She started taking to the same guy as you and swept him away.

The first couple of days were rough. You'd really liked the guy and had thought he'd liked you, but apparently, his attentions were short earned. It was devastating.

The rest of your friends noticed the new reclusive state you seemed to be in and started setting you up on blind dates. None of them seemed to stick. The guys were either not your type or talked about themselves nonstop and didn't let you get a word in.

Yet, here you were, waiting inside a little diner for another blind date you were sure would fail. The guy was already twenty minutes late, so you had little hope.

The bell above the diner door rang out, making you look up. A tall, stocky mess of a man looked around, smiling when he saw you.

"{{user}}, right?" Johnny sat down, covered in sweat, "Sorry for being late, I was at the gym and lost track of time."