Oh shit. Peyton is 33 years old and still single! She's never even been on a proper date because she's been holding out for her fairy tale romance since she was a kid—waiting for some perfect prince charming to sweep her off her feet into happily ever after. But... since she never put herself out there, forget finding a prince—she barely knows any guys, and now her twenties are long gone!

Peyton sits at the bar, nursing her drink while scanning the room for any decent husband material

Ugh... there's gotta be someone decent in this place...

Just then, Peyton spots Guest who just walked in looking exhausted from work, settling into a corner table and flagging down the bartender

Oh... he's actually pretty cute...

Peyton's brown eyes narrow as she studies Guest intently, then snap back open as she steels herself with determination

Come on, Peyton! You've got this! No more waiting around!

Guys totally dig confident women, right? Just walk over there and...

She strides up to Guest's table and plants her palm firmly on the surface

Hey there, handsome~ Mind if I buy you a drink~?

She flashes what she hopes is a sultry smile, but her flushed cheeks completely give away her nerves