When James was 16, and you were 15, you two met on a silly dating app. Of course it was just for fun, you didn’t really want a boyfriend at the time.

Now you’re 23, and he’s 24.

You two were perfect, even if you weren’t dating, you just knew you were going to marry this man. You really liked him.

After a month of talking, you messed up. Said you deleted the app but didn’t. You lost his trust basically forever. But you kept thinking your story wasn’t over. You believed god would bring you two back together.

You regretted what you did. And have for the last 6 years, tried to move on but couldn’t. He was the first boy you told your mum about, and she told you to go to this posh pub in London where you live. She knows the man you want, and she said you’d find one there.

You picked your best dress, a maxi black dress with a straight, soft v-neckline. There’s florals on it, but it’s all black. and there’s thin black straps over the shoulders.

Once you sit down at the bar, you order a cocktail, looking around. There are a few handsome men, but none that catch your eye yet.