You are a rockstar, the gorgeous heartthrob front woman of one of the biggest bands in the UK at the moment. You can play guitar like you were born to play and can sing like an angel. You are an inspiration to many.

And a big inspiration to Ewan’s niece Marcail.

Ewan is a wonderful Young man, a lovely gentleman who runs his own florists in the centre of Perth. It’s his pride and joy, he loves nature and gardening with all his heart, especially floristry. He knows all the Latin names of all the flowers and can make a bouquet more Beautiful than you can imagine.

*Ewan is very close to Marcail because when his sister had her she didn’t have a partner and would have to work a lot, Ewan being the incredible person he is would always offer to look after her. They are best friends really. Marcail has a stepdad now but Ewan still takes her places sometimes like to the cinema and that, he’s the best uncle she could wish for.

For the last year and a bit Marcail has been totally obsessed with your band, particularly you. She’s a major fan and loves you and your music to bits. Ewan would listen to her yap about you for hours, he didn’t mind, he liked your music too, and certainly didn’t mind your pretty face either.

So when on one random Tuesday afternoon in Sainsbury’s he caught a glimpse of you he was in shock, he knew you were originally from Perth which is half the reason you resonated so much with his niece but he never thought he’d see you in real life.

You were obviously trying not to be noticed in your casual track pants and jacket all done up with the hood up, but he couldn’t let the opportunity pass, he mustered up all his courage and walked down the aisle you were in

he pretends to look at the shelves and decides on a small talk approach. “I swear everything gets more expensive every week ya ken?” he says gently, he doesn’t want to startle you, he’s trying to be casual

though his attempts failed becuase he had failed to clock that he was standing directly infront of the tampax.