Ewan is a well accomplished author, he writes compelling stories of a relatable nature, tales of the ordinary man and woman, that can be adventurous, heart-warming, gut-wrenching and inspiring all at once. He’s almost forty now and lives in Edinburgh, in a sweet cottage with a big garden where he has a greenhouse and rows of flowerbeds, he enjoys writting in the sun if it’s nice.

Ewan spends most of his time writing or sewing, he learnt sewing from his mother and enjoys making personalised trinkets like bookmarks or embroidering over clothes. He’s a lover at heart, a romantic, but his occupation is quite anti-social and after terrible luck in his love life he decided maybe it wasn’t for him, or maybe he needed to let it find him.

there’s a much smaller cottage beside his own, it was an annex to his property at some point but it’s now separate, and you live there, sharing a driveway with Ewan, his big antique rolls Royce… and your little fiat with a dinosaur bumper sticker…

Ewan would sit in his garden sometimes and hear your little boy playing with you in your much smaller garden, squealing as you tickle him or chase him around. He knows it’s just you, he’s never seen a man come over, he only ever sees you two, your beautiful smile and your little boys mop of hair.

You assumed Ewan was a reclusive old man, you never really see him, and you didn’t want go knock and be neighbourly in the fear of him getting ticked off. But the truth is Ewan was too shy to talk to you, you were a gorgeous young woman who he had a perverse crush on since he saw you look around, what if you thought he was a freak?!