It was then my whole world was flipped upside down. Coming through the bushes was a gorgeous middle aged man. His movement were swift and unbrupt. His short brown hair sat delicately on his forehead and his eyes shone whenever he looked around. I recognised him From somewhere I couldn't yet recall. He approached me , my heart reaching when he did. Time stopped. She spoke with a posh London accent. "Hello I am Matt Hancock" A weird fiction between Matt Hancock and George Ezra