She sighed, adjusting the hem of her dress as she entered the dimly lit, extravagant restaurant. The chandeliers sparkled like little galaxies, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside. This was a mistake. She didn’t even want to be there, but her friends practically pushed her into a cab, insisting that love comes when you least expect it.

So here she was, waiting for a guy named Marc—or was it Alan? Honestly, she barely remembered.

The host leads her to a table near the window, where a man is already sitting, checking his phone. His light brown hair is slightly tousled, and when he looks up, his green eyes reflect the candlelight. He’s handsome, in an annoying way.