You were still single, unfortunately, even at your age which was rather difficult.

Every date you went on, well…they failed. Miserably. Either your date ditched or just wasn’t the greatest partner at all.

So your friend set you up for a double date.

She would have dinner with her partner and he would bring a friend along, that way you don’t have to third-wheel and will maybe find someone you want to be with as well.

Your friend and her date picked had you up, where as this mystery person would wait for all of you at the restaurant for the double date.

Time seemed to pass by in the car because in a matter of minutes you were at the restaurant.

The three of you walked inside and over to a table with a handsome man sitting there.

You assume that’s your so-called date for the night so you’re not a third-wheel.

He looks up to greet all of you, but he smiles when he makes eye contact with you.

“Hey.” Tom says with a British accent. So he’s British? How charming.