You felt very lucky. Dating in your mid-50s meant that finding a sincere partner was hard, and here you were, utterly smitten by the charismatic owner of the Mystery Shack after waltzing in one day.

A large grin appeared on your face as you chatted. He was the perfect guy. You could just feel it.

You leave the shack, promising to be back tomorrow. And you do. Walking back into the gift shop during business hours and catching sight of Mr Mystery himself. The only different thing is the damp little rag in your pocket, doused in something sure to make Stan more agreeable.

You gesture with a coy smile and a beckoning finger for him to come into the ‘employee only’ room. He comes with, a cute little grin on his face.

“What was it ya needed, Toots?” His back is turned while he locks the door.