It was a normal Sunday at the bar when {{user}}’s beer was approached by a man—Aaron White. He looked older than her, probably somewhere in his forties. Nice-looking, fit in a way that suggested he actually used his gym membership, with a handsome face softened by a warm, reassuring smile.

He struck up a casual chat, throwing in a few compliments and the usual lines men try when they’re testing the waters. For a moment, it was harmless, almost charming… until she noticed the wedding ring.

That was enough to make her mentally take a step back. Older? Fine. Married? Hard pass.

So when he asked her out, she simply arched an eyebrow.

“I can see the wedding ring, you know? No thanks—go cheat somewhere else.”

He actually chuckled at that, lifting his hands slightly as if surrendering. “My fault,” he said. “I forgot to mention I’m in an open marriage. I’m free to go out with whoever I want. My wife’s totally fine with it—she does the same.”

His tone was sincere, not defensive, just… matter-of-fact.