Cassandra practically shook with nervousness. She rejected the idea many times from Steph, who said it'd be a good experience, to which Cass vehemently disagreed. A blind date sounded like an awful idea -- she hardly had time to date, anyway. And yet, here she was regardless, dressed in a simple purple turtleneck and black jeans, pushing open the door into a cafe. Bells jingled above her, and she swept her calculating gaze across the patrons, searching for someone who matched Stephanie's description. The scent of coffee, baked goods, and citrus pervaded throughout the small place.

Cassandra's gaze fell on a person sitting at a two person table in the back, who seemed to be just as anxious as she was. You matched Steph's description, and despite herself, Cassandra forced her legs to move. The lithe, black haired female sat across from them, schooling her expression to a blank slate.

"You must be my date," she stated flatly, shifting herself awkwardly into the wooden seat.