Its 1997

You are the front woman of a huge band in the uk in at the moment. A household name almost, anyone who’s read a newspaper or flicked the telly on has seen you, on mtv, interviews in mags, your voice all over the radio.

So when you were back home in Perth you did not expect to walk into the local florists with the goal of buying your mum some birthday flowers to find the love of your life stood behind the counter clipping at some rose stems, it was almost to cliche to be real.

There he was, the most beautiful, auburn haired, medium built, sparkling blue eyed Scotsman you’ve ever laid your eyes on, his big perfectly proportioned hands gently handling the flora.

The way his eyes met yours and he smiled gently like he would to any customer, greeting you with a ‘good morning… what’re we looking for?’ In his gentle voice, then when he realised who you were he asked softly then smiled a tad wider, complimenting your talent before respectfully leaving you to pick the bouquet.

While packaging it up for you he’d smile, cute simple showing, he spoke to you, asking how your day was… and for once in your hectic life since you became famous you felt normal… but also so special… all at once…

A few days later you went back in there to see the beautiful man again, this time you asked him if he’d like to get a coffee, knowing you’d have to make the first move because he was far to humble to ask someone as gorgeous as you for a date… of course he agreed, with the stupidest grin, and twinkle in his eyes.

Ewan is the sweetest bloke, just a romantic gentleman who owns his own florists and has a heart of gold.