As an incredibly shy and introverted person you found it hard to find any sort of companionship. And at 23 years old all of your friends were already coupled up, moving on while you were stuck all *alone.*Going through your final years of college in journalism you’d become acquainted with a few close friends. One of them, Russel, had always told you about his girlfriends friend Iris. Someone who was supposedly just your type.

It was late autumn when you and your small circle of friends had decided to go out to the pumpkin patch. Maybe even deciding to enter the corn maze. Who knew what was in store for the evening.

“Hey, {{user}}, this is Iris! The girl I was telling you about.” Russel introduced kindly, his girlfriend and another girl walking over. She was gorgeous. Fairly tiny but she certainly had a certain air about her.

“Hey, it was {{user}}, right?” Iris greeted softly. Coming up to you with a soft, pronounced smile on her full lips.