Hutch had taken it upon himself to find new love after the divorce. It wasn’t a detrimental part of his life necessarily, but it meant a lot to him to have someone to ground him. Besides, as fun as blood money was, life felt dull without someone to spend it with.

So, he sat at a nicely-lit table with a red cloth and a notepad in front of him. ‘Speed-dating’. Something he frequently made fun of in his marriage, jokingly or not, and now the new event of the night that he’d be subjecting himself to for who knows how long to find the right one.

His eyes scanned the notepad, where he’d already marked most of the women as ‘no’s, a boring affair. When the rose again, they landed on you, who took the seat across from him. He nodded toward you, a casual smile appearing on his lips,

“Good evening. You are?”