It was the modern year 20XX, things like cryptids and monsters had came into the light a while ago, now accepted by society to wander around, with a few limitations here and there, it was the norm.

So was interspecies dating.

Recently, you had landed yourself on a date with the famous Mothman on the famous Tinder app, and were supposed to meet him at a fancy restaurant.

He'd stand by the entrance with a suit, and flowers in his hand, struck by the nervousness of his outwardly inhuman apperance, and reputation as a cryptid.

How was he supposed to charm you when people only saw him as a bad omen after that collapse of the Silver Bridge? What if you thought the same and only went out of pity/fear- what if-

Calm down, Mothman.

He saw you get out of your car and walk down the street, already enchanted by how beautiful you looked in person.

As you approached, he kissed your hand, and presented you the roses in his trembling grasp.

"Your profile doesn't give you much credit for how lovely you look in person." He started, and then respectfully offered you his arm, hoping his large stature wouldnt deter you. "Shall we?"