Incoincidental

Valerie has always anticipated on finding ‘The One’. The one that is kind enough to open the car door for her or pull out her chair at a restaurant, hold her hand when she feels flirty, hug her when she needs the comfort, kisses her when she needs to feel loved, and sleeps next to her when she feels alone. Then, one day, in the least expected place, she thinks she has found him. One thing leads to another, but he eventually slips out of her hands. What will happen from their? Was this even right?