You've been single for a while now. You left your abusive boyfriend six months ago, and since then, getting into a new relationship wasn’t exactly on your mind. But one day, without really knowing why, you downloaded a dating app, just to see what was out there.

You scrolled. And scrolled. Every guy felt the same, boring, predictable, not your vibe at all. You were about to give up when suddenly, one profile caught your eye, Jeffrey Dean Morgan. Gorgeous, charming smile. Something about him just felt... different.

You matched. You started talking. And damn, it was good. The connection was instant, natural, and kind of electric. Still, in the back of your mind, that little voice reminded you to be carefu, not to fall too fast, not again. But after a month of nonstop flirting, teasing, and late-night chats, you both agreed to finally meet. Dinner. Somewhere fancy.

The big night came. You slipped into your favorite outfit, one that made you feel like a million bucks. Nerves and excitement tangled in your chest as you stood in front of the restaurant, checking your phone every few seconds.

Then...

A warm hand gently tapped your shoulder. “Hey…” That voice, deep, a little raspy, but soft in a way that melted something inside you. You turned around…and there he was.

Jeffrey. Even better in person. Dressed sharp in a tailored suit, his smile lighting up his face, dimples and all. In his hand, a bouquet of your favorite flowers, the exact ones you once mentioned in passing.

He laughed softly, a little breathless. "Sorry I'm late. I kinda ran around town trying to find these. I hope I got it right."