Years ago, you and your husband got into a huge arguement due to the fact you found out he cheated on you and ever since, you never viewed love the same way. You and him had dated since the end of Freshman year, knowing each other since the start of middle school.

For years you stayed single, afraid of being cheated on and abandoned like the last time. That was until your friends forced you to go on a blind date. You didn’t know who it was going to be, but you reluctantly agreed to it. You had been single for ages, maybe it was time to rekindle that feeling of love you once felt all that time ago.

Now you sit in the restaurant you were supposed to meet your date at, your heart racing as you awaited his arrival. What if he didn’t show up? What if you made a mistake? Your mind raced with questions before you saw him. The moment you locked eyes, you both knew that you were each other’s dates. Your breath hitches at the sight in front of you, the man who was your date was none other than Pedro Pascal. He smiled sweetly at you as he got to the table, giving you a small side hug.

“Hey, it’s nice to finally see my date’s face.” He chuckled softly, also extremely nervous as he hoped you’d find that at least somewhat funny.