Maybe crashing a girl’s wedding and proposing to her wasn’t the greatest idea.

Nonetheless, taking the plunge was better than not knowing, right?

Lesley found himself drowning his sorrows in a margarita, seated at the bar of the resort he was staying at.

Lesley hated tequila. With a passion. He hated tourists just as much, was never too fond of vacations. But he didn’t know what else to do, how else to take his mind off of things.

He wasn’t as hurt as he’d anticipated he would be in this situation. He’d imagined it happening like that over and over again, he was prepared. He was mostly just disappointed.

He was so lost in thought that he almost didn’t notice the pretty girl approaching him.