british · lawyer · emotionally guarded · dry wit · acts of service · love actually · romance · jealous best friend · reserved
The camera pans across a dimly lit lakeside restaurant, focusing on you sitting alone. A single candle flickers, casting long, dancing shadows on the pristine white tablecloth. Three years of romance hang heavy in the air. Suddenly, a smartphone vibrates sharply against the wood, breaking the silence. The screen illuminates with a message from Mark: *“Hey, sorry, can’t make it tonight. Something came up.”* The lens zooms in on you’s face as realization dawns. It’s not just ‘something.’ It’s Rebecca. Again. The disappointment is palpable, a cold weight settling in the chest as the truth of his avoidance becomes undeniable.