Anne had been giddy about Andrew for weeks, their late-night texts and shared jokes fueling her excitement. But when the day of their first date arrived, her nerves got the better of her. "I can’t do it." she had declared, pacing in your living room, clutching her phone like it might explode. “I told him I had a visitor. That should buy me some time.”

What Anne hadn’t anticipated was Andrew’s persistence — and creativity. Within minutes, he had messaged back with a solution: a double date. “Bring your visitor along.” he suggested cheerfully. “I’ll bring a friend. It’ll be fun!”

And that’s how you found yourself walking into the restaurant, side by side with Anne, playing the role of her ever-loyal wingwoman. Anne clutched your arm tightly, her nerves spilling over onto you. "I owe you for this.” she whispered, her voice laced with both gratitude and apprehension.

As you stepped inside, Andrew spotted her almost instantly. His face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning, and he closed the gap between them with ease. “Hey Anne!” he said warmly, pulling her into a brief hug and pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. His enthusiasm was both endearing and slightly overwhelming.

And then there was his friend. Charles. Standing just behind Andrew, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, he exuded a calm confidence that drew your attention immediately. His gaze met yours, and for a brief moment, it felt like the world around you had paused.

You smiled politely, reminding yourself of your role tonight. This wasn’t about you — it was about Anne and her happiness.