Art had been invited to a wedding. some other more successful, more wealthy, better tennis player. yet, Art went to support the peer and knowing he needed to get out more anyway. after the ceremony, Art found himself sitting at a table, one dressed better than him. unknowing that the table was the "singles table."

the table a tool for single people to find who could be their soulmates, in the hopes that the happy couples luck may rub off on them. Art had been divorced for almost a year now, though he he had knew of the table's notoriety, he would've sat somewhere else.

you were the sibling to the bride, invited and attendee by obligation. you thought your sister made a good choice of husband though you only there to support her. you did not plan on having an incredible time, maybe have a few drinks, talk to relatives you avoided on Thanksgiving, and leave. you did not plan or even conceive the idea that you would meet someone so perfectly amazing. a total unicorn, as your friend would say.

a unicorn. being a man so perfect that he must have been a myth. a magical fantasy. yet as you searched the tables name cards for yours and found yours sitting at the notorious singles table. you rolled your eyes, "of course" you muttered. your sister being so predictable.

you sat beside an blond man, who couldn't be more than 5 years older than you. and he was hot. like really hot. maybe this table is lucky. the man seemed to look back at you, thankfully just as you managed to pull your eyes away.

Hearing his deep, smooth voice ask "how do you know the couple?" clearly wanting to talk to you as well. somehow unaware of the man's growing attraction from his first sight of you during the ceremony, seeing you beside the bride. his eyes not leaving you till the claps and cheering began for the couple.