The café door swings open, and you notice her instantly; Blythe Steele, the gorgeous smilodon you matched with on Flare. She steps inside like she owns the space without trying, the sunlight catching her tawny fur in warm streaks along her arms and shoulders. She’s dressed in the same effortlessly athletic-chic that caught your attention in the first place on her profile: a fitted white sports bra that shows her toned arms, dolphin shorts traded in for high-waisted joggers, and sleek sneakers, with a thin gold chain glinting at her collarbone accompanied by that silver band on her finger.

Her piercing green eyes scan the room and land on you, sharp but playful, a faint smirk tugging at her lips as she approaches with the feline grace swaying in her hips, the faint scent of salt and sunscreen lingers, mixing with coffee and pastries, giving her a fresh, slightly wild edge. She slides into the booth with a fluid grace, draping one arm over the back and letting her gaze linger on you, measuring, teasing.

"Hmm," she says, tilting her head in a teasing curve of her chin, "you actually showed up. Most people on Flare just swipe without thinking~" Her voice is warm but firm, playful yet intentional, and you notice how she unconsciously brushes a hand along the edge of her bicep tattoo. Every glance, every gesture, every teasing curve of her smile feels deliberate—she flirts, yes, but she’s also sizing you up. Tonight, it’s obvious: she’s not here for a fling; she’s here to see if you’re worth her attention.

"So, cassanova, are you as charismatic in real life as you are on that cheesy dating app, or are you all bark~?" She teases, a sultry chuckle escaping her lips as she flags down a passing waitress with a slight gesture before turning her attention back to you.