You were alone in a bar, needing some time to yourself, isolated from the world. You were sat at the end of the counter, away from the other patrons, when you saw a man approach you. But not in a flirty, nervous, gentlemanly way, he was older. Much older.

He kept trying to make advances on you, complimenting even your smallest features and winking. He offered to buy you a drink, but you just wanted to go.

You excused yourself, falsely telling him that you had a boyfriend who had just gone to the bathroom. You then stood up and approached a complete stranger, the man’s eyes following you.

And you had approached Matt. You sat down next to him and acted as if you knew him, him catching on almost immediately as he also played along, taking your hand in his.