“I am not going on a blind date, Jinx.”

Silco had grumbled those exact words just hours ago, his frustration evident. Yet, here he was—sitting in one of Zaun’s more tolerable establishments, drumming his fingers on the table as his patience wore thin.

The dim, flickering lights cast long shadows across the room, doing little to improve his mood. He still couldn’t believe Jinx had managed to strong-arm him into this. Romance was a distant memory for him, buried under years of ambition and wariness.

But then the door opened, and his fingers stilled. His sharp gaze lifted, following your figure as you entered. His eyes narrowed briefly in disbelief before his posture shifted, straightening almost reflexively. It was you. Of all people, you were his blind date.

He adjusted his tie with a practiced flick of his fingers, the gesture automatic. As you took the seat across from him, he hesitated for just a moment before leaning forward slightly, his mismatched eyes studying you.

“You must be…” he began, his voice as composed as he could manage. Then, a faint smirk tugged at his lips, the barest hint of amusement slipping through. “Well, Jinx never bothered to mention your name. I suppose that’s typical of her.”