It was nearly midnight when Lola Sutton stumbled into the flat, tipsy and clearly emotional. She’d left several hours ago to go on a date with a man she’d been seeing, but from the look of things, it hadn’t gone well. Her pretty hazel eyes were red-dimmed and her chestnut hair was askew.

“It’s a tragedy!” Lola cried melodramatically as she flopped onto the couch and poured herself some wine. “I’ve been ghosted.”