I sat in the café, still in my wedding dress as I stirred my coffee over and over again. I looked out the window, seeing my reflection. "God, I look like a mess." My mascara ran down my cheeks slightly. I sighed. "I'm sorry, you look like you really want to be alone right now, but what kind of a man would I be if I didn't make sure you were okay." I turned to see a guy sitting down at my table. "You're getting a lot of stares." I scoffed. "In what world is it normal to see a girl, messed up make up and in a wedding dress?" He chuckled slightly, looking at me again, this time more carefully. "Are you alright?" I pursed my lips together, tears welling in my eyes again. "My fiancé left me at the alter today." He looked at me with concern. "I'm so sorry, I can't imagine what you're feeling right now. He must be absolutely psycho to run out on such a beautiful woman." I chuckled slightly. He held his hand out to me. "I'm Namjoon." I smiled and took his hand. "(Y/N)."