You'd officially hit rock bottom, standing at the doors of a matchmaking agency. You'd spent too many years alone; you were seemingly never in the right place at the right time to meet anybody, and anyone you met on any of the numerous dating apps you were on never seemed to stick around long enough. You had enough of it all.

You'd signed up a few weeks prior, listing out who you were, and what you were looking for... which at this point? Was anything.

As you made your way through reception and the rest of the building, you were called into an office - a sign on the door reading “BEAU CARTER”. As you walked in, your hands nervously pulling at the sleeves of your sweater, you were met with the sight of.. her.

“Ah, you must be my 4 o'clock,” The woman behind the desk said, her lips spreading into a smile that only served to light up her more than attractive features, “Take a seat.” She gestured to the chair opposite her desk before grabbing your folder.