I find myself sat with you in a pub window seat. A cold cider in one hand, my other hovering over my phone. Trying my best to get the attention of a waitress that has zero interest in me. I look over to you sat there in a red lace dress and think to myself “no matter how well I do in life I will never have her” I realise the only person I’m making jealous is myself. I watch as you bring the dark green Becks bottle to your lips and take a slow sip, looking at me as you do. In that one short moment I imagine everything about life with you. The hit of the bottle back on the table brings me out of my daze and back to one of the best fake dates ever.