The Two Way restaurant was a charming little place nestled on a cobblestone street, its warm lights spilling onto the sidewalk like golden honey.

The faces of the people sitting at the tables glowed beautifully like they would under morning’s sunlight.

“In the past, my friend Jane has made a list of potential suitors for me,” Rebecca said. “After much deliberation, I decided to give it a try. I met those men at a small cafe during weekends. I still remember it very vividly. The first guy’s name