You groaned as your friend dragged you into the little café, insisting this “blind date” would be worth it. You weren’t so sure.

Sitting at the table, fidgeting with your coffee cup, you barely had time to wonder what kind of person Love Quinn would be before she arrived. And then… she was there.

She slid into the seat across from you, smiling politely. “Hi. I’m Love.” Her eyes scanned you for a moment, and you noticed a spark of mischief that made your chest tighten.

“Nice to meet you,” you said cautiously, unsure what to expect.

The first few minutes were awkward. Small talk, hesitant laughter, polite smiles. But slowly, the conversation shifted. She was witty, sharp, and funny in a way that made you forget your initial reluctance.

“So… you like baking?” you asked, noticing her subtle hints of flour on her sleeves.

She leaned in, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “I love it. But only if I can share it with someone interesting.” Her eyes flicked to yours, and for a second, you felt like she saw right through you.