I walk into the bar nervously, my eyes quickly darting to my phone again to reread the message from you for the millionth time. It says you’re standing at the very edge of the bar, to my right when I walk in. You’ll be in jeans and a black top. Most importantly, I am to kiss you on the mouth as soon as I make my way towards you. My face red, I look up from my phone and see a man matching your description nodding his head...