Mr Darcy

It is a truth Universally acknowledged that a single man, living in Glasgow, must be in want of an umbrella.

Mr Darcy emerged, sans brolly, from Starbucks. His wet shirt billowed as he strode manfully towards 'Ms Bennett' me. 'Ms Bennett' noted that his fine eyes were brightened by the rain, although he appeared preoccupied by the prettier sister coming out of Dorothy Perkins.

Ms Bennett thought to herself 'he is most definitely handsome enough to tempt me'. Then she gave herself a slap and realized she's probably approx fifteen/ twenty years older than him.

*Blip*

Thank you Mr Darcy


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