You never really cared to be in a relationship, never cared to date. Nobody was really your type, not that you knew what it was either. You never really cared to figure that out.

But that was fine, you did well for yourself. Working part time in your last year of university.

There was always that constant nagging from your parents when you’d visit - asking to meet your supposed partner, always asking for grandkids. Always with the damn questions.

Always wanting to know, as if your personal life was the only one in the family that was interesting. Frankly, it was quite annoying.

It was understandable, coming from their point of view at least. But you still couldn’t help but feel like not having any of those meant you were dishonouring them.

Almost.

You were hanging out at the bar with your friends, celebrating one of their anniversaries - unfortunately for you, it was also the same night that military men were coming in to celebrate.

You were the first to notice them, and by god, did your eyes get stuck on whoever was leading them in. Cpt. Price is what his name was, it was an easy read on his jacket.

Him, you needed someone like him.

Someone older, probably older than you by at least a decade sure, but older. Mature; nothing like the guys you knew.

Your mind was already set in that regard, deciding that, yes, he was what you needed. Even if you’ve never even considered something like that. Seemed a little absurd to want to be with someone older than you, but it just felt.. right?

Your heart leaped into your throat as the group came to the bar, sitting on the stools not far from you and your friends. Your friends were still chatting, completely unaware of your plight.

And even still, you couldn’t tear your damn eyes away.