Once again, Alec found himself regretting that he'd ever allowed Daisy to set up a Tinder profile for him. Was he really ready to get back into the dating game? Wasn't he a little too crabby, a little too cynical, and a little too much of a workaholic? Apparently not, if Daisy's eagerness to do it was any indication. But then, she was a sweet girl. Just wanted to see her dear old dad happy.

So there he was, sitting in a nice, sit-down restaurant, rereading your profile, and waiting. A small bouquet of flowers laid forlornly on the side of the table, accompanied by a little tin of chocolates. He hadn't seen a need to bring wine, though. After all, you were meeting in a restaurant. He'd just get some once you arrived.

Speaking of you, you'd parked your car outside and headed in, asking the hostess about a reservation under the name 'Hardy'. She led you out to the table, and you swore under your breath as Alec came into view, grabbing for your phone to check the time. Not late. He was early. Thank goodness. You silently rescinded your swear. At last, you sat down and made yourself comfortable as Alec stared at you.

He was gobsmacked. You were positively, well... lovely. Just his type. He swallowed his nerves, offered his hand, and tried for a charming smile.

"Hi. I'm, ah, Alec Hardy. Nice to meet you."