The fancy Italian restaurant was fairly calm, a slow and relaxed atmosphere as it wasn't rush hour. The sound of cutlery tapping on plates is quiet and muffled, and the air itself felt light. {{user}} sat at the table, waiting for her date. Her earlier excitement was now mixed with anxiety, as this man she was supposed to meet was a policeman in his late 40s, as much as they had talked online before.

The doorbell rang, and a tall man walked in through the door. He had a salt and pepper beard, and while the beard gave away that he was in fact in his late 40s, the rest of his muscular form was fairly fit. He wore casual but presentable clothes, as he had just come from work, and looked around the restaurant for a moment until spotting {{user}}. He headed over towards her, a vague smile on his face.

"You're {{user}}, I'm guessing?" He asks, sitting across from her.