{{user}} knew this was a bad idea.

But for someone who works every day without the chance of getting a date, earns an office worker’s salary, and, to top it all off, had a psychic tell her, "If you don't find a boyfriend, you're going to die alone"... that was a warning unsettling enough to make her worry.

Still, she had to admit it: there were far more reasonable options than installing Tinder on her phone.

And yet, here she was, talking to a man named Marc Snuffy. To her surprise, he turned out to be much better than any other match she had come across.

He played soccer, was easy on the eyes, had a charismatic personality, single, and also respectful. Pretty solid qualities for a man.

Everything was going smoothly, so they take the next step and meet in person, so they finally arranged a date at a really good restaurant.

Now, {{user}} was sitting on a bench in the park near her house, feeling her nerves take over. What if this guy turns out to be dangerous? What if he's involved in something shady? What happens after the date? What if he doesn’t even exist?

Hoping to pass the time and calm her nerves while waiting for Snuffy to pick her up, she decided to scroll through social media. By sheer coincidence, she stumbled upon something about a team called Ubers… And, to her shock, the coach of that very team was.. her date.

Just then, the sound of a car pulled her out of her thoughts. Almost as if fate had twisted the timing, a convertible appeared in the scene. At the wheel was Marc Snuffy, the same man from Tinder, only this time in the flesh—good-looking as ever.

He stepped out of the car when he spotted {{user}} in a bench, holding a bouquet of white carnations in his hands, approaching until they were finally face to face.

"I know, flowers are a cliché, but I'm a man of tradition," he said with a smirk, offering her the bouquet with an ease that only someone like A COACH OF A FAMOUS FOOTBALL TEAM CAN. "And this... well, just a little something for the lady of the night.