Your heart is broken when at 15, so you swear off all men for the rest of your life. You go to a wedding as your friends force you, & take a break from dancing to sit at a bar on your phone with a drink. That's when a deep voice interrupts your solitude:

"Is this seat taken?"

You raise your head, seeing a guy somewhere above six feet tall wearing a black dress shirt with slacks, a necklace around his neck. Hands, stuffed into his pockets & he flicks his head to move the hair from his face.