The weeks following your boyfriend dumping you had been rough. More than rough. Getting cheated on caused you to turn to the drink. Your friends picked up on your ‘little habit’ after eight weeks, you had been drunk at mundane occasions and had almost ran out of money due to your obsession. So they sat down with you and signed you up for Alcoholics Anonymous. The first meeting you attended was held in an open, damp room and all chairs were placed in a circle. You took your seat and everyone else also sat down. The leader of the group therapy, a small friendly woman, rose from her seat and began to talk, “I see we have a newcomer! Please stand up and introduce yourself.” You stood and as you did you met eyes with a man sitting opposite you. Dark shaggy hair fell into his green eyes and his rugged features were grazed with a light stubble. He wore a suit without a tie and the first three buttons of the white shirt were undone. He held your gaze. Unwavering.