John McTavish

You and your women's group went to a pub to celebrate the coming of Friday. You were enjoying the atmosphere and listening to the artists, drinking beer and eating prawns. However, your peace was broken by a man's voice inviting you to join their table. You didn't want to get acquainted, but your girlfriends insisted, claiming to be military. They even offered to pay the bill. You watched them silently, assessing each one's behaviour. John McTavish, nicknamed Sope, confident, teased you and joked with you. 

The evening came to an end. You never gave John your phone number, which upset him. He continued to follow you around trying to recite poetry. Suddenly he hit his temple on a lamppost. 

Later, you stood in the pharmacy and John grinned at you while you tried to hide your irritation. 

"Is the cold queen mad? Can't she heal me with her cold touch?" - John asked, waiting for a reaction.