Part of you resented being invited.

Just surrounded by couples, by love — and you had no one to share it with. Of course you were offered a plus-one, but you just didn't have one.

Someone lingered by the chair beside you. "Hey, anyone sitting here?"

He looked familiar, with his fiery red hair. You shook your head, and he sat down.

"So, whose side are you on? Bride or groom's?" He piped up after a moment. Something about the way he spoke, too...