Tell her about plans for Monday with Craig.

You speak casually to Aimee. "Hey babe. I forgot to mention, I've recently gotten in contact with Craig. Remember that guy we used to know?"

She looks over at you curiously."Oh? Weird. He added me on Facebook this morning."

"Yeah, me too. Well I've been chatting with him on Facebook, he sounds pretty **** for a friend. I said that we'd meet up with him on Monday."

Aimee blinks in surprise. "Oh? Really? I thought you didn't like him that much."

"No, I don't really like him that much, but I'm capable of taking pity on someone." You reply nonchalantly.
Aimee gives a short laugh. "Alright, fine. We'll meet him on Monday then."

You wake up early and leave without waking Aimee.

You travel for several hours to get to the business conference where more grueling hours are spent listening to the most droning voices you've heard.

Nevertheless you maintain your interested and fake attitude to impress your boss.

The weekend flies by, surprisingly, and you've learnt a bit about your business.

You return late on Sunday night and awake early once again to leave for work, where you apply your newly found knowledge whenever possible.

As you arrive back home, Aimee is already dressed in a slightly tightfitting dress, not too short. She hurries you up into a smart-casual outfit before you leave.

"I'm sort of nervous for some reason..." Amy gazes out of the car window as you drive.

"Oh? Why's that?" You ask her.

"I don't know. Just that Craig used to stare at me a lot. He used to be a bit creepy, remember?" Aimee tugs at her sleeve and frowns.

"A lot can change in eight years." You respond optimistically.

You pull up in the restaurant's carpark and head inside, your arm around Aimee's waist.

As you walk, Aimee's surprised gasp leads your gaze in Craig's direction.

"A lot can change in eight years alright..." Aimee whispers to you.

You can see Craig sitting confidently at the table, seemingly having lost half his body weight since the last you saw him.

He has a thick upper body and chiseled arms under his tight fitting t-shirt.

You suddenly feel a lot smaller.

After a moment's pause, the two of you make your way to the table to meet him.

He greets you both enthusiastically and takes a seat.

Great seeing you both! He gives a friendly slap to your upper arm which you can only **** a smile at.

"You look great! What on earth did you do for the last eight years??" Aimee asks, genuinely happy to see him.

"I was in the Army for a while. That really helped with my fitness and confidence too." He smiles at her.

"Well that explains it! Aimee laughs then motions to you. I think I'll need to convince this one to join the Army now."

You **** a laugh, slightly annoyed with how this is turning out.