Before you rush into finding “the one,” find yourself. Chapter One Aisle of Expectations It was a casual dinner among close friends. We sat around a long table at a rooftop restaurant, eating, chatting, and laughing between bites. The sound of cutlery tapping against plates mixed with light conversations. Glasses were half full, some already on their second round. We leaned in to talk over each other, swapping stories, teasing, and catching up like we always did. Then — a crisp ping sliced through the noise. Clink-clink…Clink. All our heads turned as Daniel, grinning like he was holding a secret too big for his chest, stood halfway from his seat and tapped the edge of his fork against his glass one last time. “Ahem,” he said dramatically, drawing out the silence. “If I could have your attention, my beautifully nosy group of humans…” Chuckles followed. He turned toward Nina, who had just taken a sip of her drink and was already giving him a suspicious look. “We’ve all known each ...