Your bare ring finger angered you more and more you glanced at it. You thought prettying your nails and wearing non-marriage rings would make you feel a little better about your martial status. But it didn’t.

Where was your husband? And what in the world was taking him so dang long to find you? Maybe he was getting down with another, tangled in the sheets with another.

Your coworkers heard an earful everyday about how lonely you were. They even tried getting you with numerous people, the dates failing miserably.

"Oh. Six o’clock." Your coworkers co-worker softly giggles, gesturing her head to the incoming customer behind you. You straighten out your apron before turning around, quietly gasping.

The man’s cheekbones were defined to a tee. Suit sharp and crisp—not a wrinkle or crease to be seen. "Hello." He greets you before you could speak.