Prince Charming

Karen couldn’t understand why the room was beginning to spin, and why she had started to feel sick. She had allowed herself only one drink (‘White wine spritzer - lots of soda, please’), her limit when driving. She had felt fine all day, and she had eaten as normal before going out.

‘Are you ok?’ asked Jason.

Jason was the stranger who had rescued her after her disastrous entrance to the club. She had tripped on the step and fallen headlong into a crowd of revellers, losing a shoe and dropping her handbag, scattering its contents all over the floor. Jason had very gallantly rushed to her aid and taken control. He’d made light of the incident (‘Had a nice trip?’),  helped her to a chair, found her shoe and placed it - Cinderella-style - on to her foot, picked up her bag and its contents, and gone to the bar to get her drink.

Karen had been very grateful, and as her embarrassment faded, she’d noticed how attractive he was – tall, slim but muscly, smartly dressed and well groomed, with dark hair and blue eyes. He was, like her, 30 and single, and he’d just moved into the area to start a new job in sales, which explained why she’d never seen him at the club before. She had allowed herself to be drawn in by his easygoing charm and humorous banter and had ended up spending the whole evening flirting and joking with him. Until, that is, when she had begun to feel unwell.

As she felt herself starting to faint, Karen knew she had to go home.

‘I feel…a bit woozy…’ she said rummaging around in her bag for her car keys, which she couldn’t seem to find. ‘I’m not sure I can drive…’

‘Don’t worry,’ Jason smiled, producing her keys from his jacket pocket, ‘I’ll drive you...’