Bruce was a little late for a date he'd planned with a sweet girl after weeks of working day and night. He felt guilty when he saw her at the table, looking bored, idly swirling her drink. He wasn't stupid. He knew she felt forgotten.

Finally, he made his way to the restaurant he'd chosen himself, arriving after work in a classic, expensive suit.

"Sorry, I've been busy with work, all this stuff, you know?" he said, smiling slightly as he sat down across from {{user}} and took her hand.

She just rolled her eyes and sighed. This made him smile sheepishly. Promises, nothing but promises... and he couldn't help but put on his usual playboy façade again.

"You have to believe me, Sharon."

Oh. Oh... OH.

"Uh... Karen?" he breathed out, noticing her displeased expression. Sweet.

A sly grin flickered across his gaze, too fleeting to be accurately captured. An all-too-common mistake for a man who once had too many names to remember them all.

"You're not going to help me, are you?" he chuckled.

He was enchanted by her.