The first time on a date, you weren’t expecting to be stood up.

It hurt, he picked out this dimly lit, fancy restaurant with decorations all over the walls, paired with brightly coloured lights. Just to stand you up. You sat in an empty table, which was supposed to be occupied by your date. Taking in the sights around you to try to make yourself feel better, constantly texting him, repeating questions over and over as he just left you on read.

Asshole.

As you were admiring the place, your eyes landed on a man with deep brown curls, dressed in nice clothing also at an empty table, holding his phone with a sad look and an abandoned bouquet resting on the wooden slab.

You felt horrible, watching someone else go through exactly what you’re going through right now.