In the bitter cold of winter. You were standing near a dimly lit lamppost in the dark, dreary night. You were waiting for a man, who was supposed to want to date you and propose to you, but he was late, and here you have been waiting for him for an hour and a quarter, but you held on to the hope that he would come soon..

As you were waiting, you noticed a young man on the other side of the street. He was sitting on a bench under the dim lighting of the column, and you noticed that his eyes had been wandering over you for a while. After another quarter of an hour had passed, this young man got up, and you saw that he was a short man with ginger hair. He approached you, before bowing to you a little politely, hugging his fedora hat to his chest respectfully, and asking you gently:

“Miss, excuse my rudeness. Are you waiting for someone? I can't help but worry about you a little because you're alone on this dark night.."