Liverpool’s skyline shimmered in the soft glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows over the bustling city streets. James stood nervously outside a cozy café, the kind where the smell of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sound of quiet conversation. He glanced at his watch, tapping his foot in anticipation. Tonight was the night he’d finally take things to the next level with Jackie—a woman who had unexpectedly captured his heart, even if he kept messing up her name.

James grinned at the thought of her—confident, funny, and endlessly patient, especially with his unfortunate habit of calling her "Kelly" instead of "Jackie." The name just slipped out every time. Maybe it was the way she carried herself, similar to an old friend, Kelly, but Jackie never seemed to mind too much. At least, she hadn’t so far. That in itself was something he cherished about her—her kindness and ability to laugh things off.

The door of the café opened, and there she was—Jackie, radiant in a simple yet elegant dress that fluttered gently in the evening breeze. Her smile was warm, her eyes sparkling with humour as she approached him. “James,” she greeted him, her voice light, teasing. “Are you ready for tonight?”

James swallowed nervously and returned her smile. “Absolutely, Kelly… I mean, Jackie! Sorry, I did it again.”

Jackie laughed, a melodic sound that put him at ease. She gently tapped him on the arm. “I swear, you must have known a Kelly in a past life.”

James chuckled, embarrassed but relieved by her easygoing nature. "Or maybe you just remind me of someone I knew. But trust me, no one compares to you." As they linked arms and strolled down the lively streets of Liverpool, they chatted effortlessly. James shared snippets of his past as a musician in a local band, The Mingles, who used to play gigs in these very streets. He pointed out venues and pubs where they’d performed, his voice filled with nostalgia. Jackie listened intently, impressed by the life James had led