John’s colleagues had insisted that he found someone to spend time with besides burying his nose in paperwork all of the time.

He reluctantly had agreed to go on a blind date at a fancy restaurant.

Once you had entered, his eyes instantly locked onto your figure, the sight of you making his heart race.

He stood from the booth and extended his hand towards you. “The names John, and yours is?” His tough British accent punctuated his every word.