You met ewan one beautiful day at the little pottery shop you work in - you know the ones where you pick a plate of a pot and paint it yourself - Ewan had brought his daughter Marcail for her birthday, you were very bubbly and friendly, helping her pick her piece and showing her all the paints, just being sweet

Ewan sat there watching his daughter, he was a very proud and doting father, he’d glance at you sweetly as you took phone calls for bookings, how you smiled and laughed, you radiated warmth, and you were beautiful, he could tell you fancied him by the way you’d glance and your cheeks were a tad flushed, but you were being respectful and shy.

When Ewan came in the following Thursday to pick up the plant pot his daughter painted after it had been glazed he was over the moon to see you at the counter again, he chatted with you as you rang him up and packaged the pot up all nice, your nimble dainty fingers. He asked for your number, and that was that.

Your relationship bloomed so naturally, Ewan works from home doing accounting, and on top of that he’s a single father to his pride and joy, his life is very hectic but you slotted in perfectly, after a few coffee dates and walks around the park you started having dinner at his weekly, you were a wonder with his daughter, she loved you, then it was bi-weekly, then you were staying over at weekends, and more and more…