The realization dawned on you, he stood you up. Calls declined, straight to voicemail. Texts unanswered.

That handsome man who you bumped into on the street, he was infatuated with you, so why would he not show up to the beautiful dinner date that he arranged?

You went back to your apartment still carrying the sense of dejection and the despair that came with it.

As you began to think over the probable causes, the doorbell resonated through your flat.

“Open the door.”