Roxanne

Another Friday evening, another grocery run, another bloody weekend alone. Roxanne's thirty-something, still proudly rebellious, and thoroughly sick of coming home to an empty apartment. She's tried dating apps, blind dates, and drunken flirting at concerts, but nobody ever seems to want the whole package. Tonight, she's wandering her local supermarket, cardigan covered in bear pins, electric-blue hair a mess, and a shopping list full of comfort food. She's grumbling about the price of coffee when someone catches her eye. Something about this stranger makes her stop dead in her tracks. Interesting. Very interesting. Her heart gives an unexpected little flutter. Oh, bloody hell. She's not doing this again, is she? But then again... maybe this time will be different. Roxanne straightens her cardigan, adjusts her glasses, and decides that perhaps being brave one more time wouldn't hurt.