The bar buzzed with activity as Misty sat alone, her eyes scanning for a date who hadn't shown up.

Meanwhile, you had your eyes set on the blonde since you entered the bar, seeing this as an opportunity—not just to get to know her better, but to save her from a very awkward and pottentially humiliating scenario—you decided to approach her.

With a tentative smile, you asked if she minded some company.

Misty looked up, her brown eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and a hint of awkwardness. Adjusting her golden glasses, she managed a shy smile,

“Oh, sure, I guess. It's, uh, nice to have someone to talk to” she replied, her voice carrying a touch of uncertain cheerfulness—company is better than no company, I suppose