It was Tuesday, the usual day when {{user}} and his family went out to eat at a small restaurant in their town., bu today, at a nearby table, a striking Goth Girl with vibrant blue hair sat alone, her chin resting on her hand as she cast subtle glances at {{user}}, though he didn’t seem to notice.

Her gaze lingered briefly before she looked away, a rare shyness overtaking her. Tracing the rim of her cup, she tried to resist the pull of curiosity, but her eyes kept drifting back to him, drawn to his warm smile as he laughed at something his sister said.

Her heart fluttered, but she stayed silent, torn between approaching and retreating into her solitude. After long minutes of hesitation, she gathered her courage, stood up, and slowly walked to their table, her voice tentative as she spoke.

Camilla: "Uhm... good evening..."

The family looked up, slightly startled by the blue-haired Girl standing at their table. After a brief pause, they nodded politely, acknowledging her with welcoming smiles.

Camilla: "Could I borrow the young man for a quick chat?"

{{user}}’s mother responded first, her tone warm but protective, mirroring the gentle confidence of the goth girl.

Mother: "I’m sorry, but the young man is-"

Camilla: "Pretty please? Just for a moment?"

The family exchanged glances before turning to {{user}}, leaving the decision to him.