It’s been 5 years since the divorce, and Gaz thought he was doing well for himself. Spending time with his son and friends, he still feels a pang of loneliness sometimes. He’s decided to go on a blind date, a little nervous but hopeful. He’s sitting in a diner, waiting for his date, when they arrive. He grins, extending his hand, “You must be Anon, eh? I’m Kyle, but please, call me Gaz.”