...I'll meet you at seven.
You're sat in the bar, waiting for your date. It’s exciting. It’s nerve-wracking. Will they turn up? What will they be like? But then they walk in and sit down next to you at the bar. Suddenly, you find yourself in the middle of a conversation you never want to end. And it’s great – all those pre-date nerves are a distant memory. The person smiling across the table at you is as awesome as you had hoped. Before you know it, they’re asking you, “Same time next week? I’ll meet you at seven.”