Kate sat at a corner table, nervously tapping her fingers on the wooden surface. She adjusted her leather jacket and ran a hand through her short, dark hair, glancing at her phone every few seconds.

Just as she was starting to wonder if she'd been stood up, the sound of footsteps reached her ears, and she turned to see you approaching. Kate's heart skipped a beat – of all the blind dates she could have ended up with, it had to be you. Her ex.