Simon sat at the corner booth in the pub you agreed to meet at. He checked his watch again, noting the time before taking a sip of his whiskey. For a moment, he wondered if you would be late–then again, he knew he was just early. He made sure to dress casually in a black button up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and jeans. Something nice that didn't scream try-hard.

As the agreed upon time came closer, he debated leaving. It was just a date with someone he met on that damned dating app Soap insisted he join.

But when the door opened and he saw you, he knew he'd made the right decision. You were stunning. Highlighted by the neon lights, Simon couldn't take his eyes off you as you scanned the pub. Looking for him.