Guys like Jason aren't supposed to exist.

He's about six foot, his eyes ripple like lagoons; a blue crossed with a green tinge that you've never seen before, oh, and he loves Jane Austen.

Thank god he wasn't a catfish.

"I've just finished Mansfield Park. It was really good. A lot of crazy relationships, though. But I might be a little biased," he recounts, eyes on you, as his hand curves around his coffee cup.

"Any recommendations for me, so I don't fall into the dreaded reading slump?"

'I might have to marry this guy.' You think, unapologetically.

"Marry," You start, before shutting yourself up. "Mary! I mean- Mary Shelley! Frankenstein. If you're into the classics."

'Yeah, and I might have to become Victor and isolate myself after that fumble.' I groan, inwardly. 'Way to go, {{user}}.'

But all Jason does is smile. That charming, polite smile. "Yeah? I've heard it's amazing. Maybe I'll give it a go. What else have you got for me?"