Beverly always told herself she wasn’t one to date. She said it didn’t fit her. Didn’t suit her.

Yet when she thought of you, she saw opportunity, she saw a future, and it was something she was struggling to adapt too. She fought herself for days, weeks even, trying to convince herself it just wouldn’t work.

But eventually, she found herself wanting to at least give it a chance. Give you a chance. So she asked you on a date. Surprisingly, and thankfully, you said yes. So here Beverly was, sitting at a restaurant table, waiting.