Against his better judgment, John agreed to be set up on a blind date to see what all the fuss was about.

Sitting alone at a dimly lit pub, he nursed his drink, the amber liquid sliding down his throat with a satisfactory burn and momentarily easing the tension in his muscles. Had a long bloody week. Literally, it'd been bloody. Very bloody - not that his date or anyone else outside of his work needs to know about that.

And then someone sits in the seat next to him, tapping his arm. "Hm?"