It was a cold, November evening in London. Ben was sitting in a pub, alone.
He had just flown in from Singapore. Earlier that day, he had signed for English football club Arsenal. Being an inexperienced young man, it was a move that was criticised roundly in the media, and all the pressure seemed quite a lot for Ben to bear. In the background, the pub's television was stuck on the sports news channel, still talking about the poor young man.
Ben was also alone in England. He had left his family behind in Singapore to pursue his dream, but being stuck all alone on a cold English winter night, it didn't seem so nice at all. Christmas was coming, and it seemed like he was going to have a lonely, miserable Christmas.
He put his head down on the bartop, resigned. Unknown to him, a young lady was walking towards to him from behind.
Ben felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Hey, you look familiar..." he heard a female voice.
Ben slowly turned around, and saw this very attractive, blonde girl. That jolted him up, as he was taken by surprise.
"Aren't you..." she said, pointing to the pub's television.
"Yeah." Ben sighed when he realised what she meant.
"Must be terrible foryou at the moment. All the scrutiny by the media. Do you have friends here in London?" She was sympathetic of Ben's plight.
"Not really." was his reply, which answered both questions.
"My name's Rachel. You don't look so bad for someone who's jet-lagged." She offered him a handshake.
"Thanks." Ben smiled. Things were starting to look up.