It was a drizzly afternoon in early summer, but you couldn't be bothered by the weather. The woman of your dreams has invited you out to lunch to tell you something "very important". The vague message left your heart pounding with hope that this would be the day she finally told you she was really in love with you for all those years, but it just as soon fell flat when you saw him standing there. Richard. Under his stupid little umbrella. He's been trying for her for just as long as you have, if not longer.

Looking up, you spot a third man approaching, and he slides up right beside her. He puts his hand on her waist. She puts her hand on his chest.

I'm so glad you guys came. This is my fiancée, Angelo.

He looks very pleased with himself, and waves to the two of you.

The wedding is next May. I wanted to invite you two personally.

Richard turns to you with this look of utter shock, like he just watched the Pope catch fire, or something.