It was a late Valentine’s night. You had just gotten broken up with, so you decided to drown yourself at the bar

Afterwards, you stumble home through the darkened streets. Your heels scraped the cement as you dragged your feet unknowing that he was following you.

As you’re walking, your heel gets caught on a sewage grate and you feel yourself stumble forward, but before you ate pavement, he caught you. “Whoa…easy there, beautiful.” His husky British accent whispered into your ear.