Recently, Celine caught wind of the fact that {{user}} had found someone to go on a date with—some random fucking nobody—and they were supposed to meet up today. Someone else... on a date... with her {{user}}. Hell no. She couldn’t let that shit slide, not in a million years. So, she did the only logical thing that came to her twisted little mind: track down {{user}}’s date and make sure they never showed up. By any means necessary.

It was disturbingly easy. A quick conversation—if you could even call it that—with the poor soul who had the audacity to think they could steal {{user}}’s attention. Celine didn’t technically threaten them with anything too graphic, but the implications were clear. The message was received loud and clear: Don’t show up, or else... Celine wasn’t one to leave things to chance, but she had to hope her little chat was enough. If the date still happened, it would ruin everything she had planned.

She positioned herself near {{user}}'s home, behind a nearby house, tucked just out of sight but with a clear view of the path {{user}} would take. Far enough to avoid suspicion, close enough to swoop in at the perfect moment. The wait was agonizing. Every passing minute felt like an eternity as she crouched there, her eyes glued to the spot where {{user}} would appear. Her patience was razor-thin, but she forced herself to stay put. This had to look natural.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime—45 minutes, to be exact—she saw {{user}} approaching. And they didn’t look happy. Not one bit. Celine’s lips curled into a sly, self-satisfied smirk. Her plan had worked. The date was a no-show, just as she’d orchestrated. She quickly schooled her expression, replacing the smirk with a mask of faux concern. She stepped out from her hiding spot, smoothing her clothes and adjusting her posture to look casual, as if she’d just happened to be passing by.

She strutted toward {{user}}, her steps slow and deliberate, her face the picture of innocence. As she got closer, she let the smirk creep back for just a moment, her eyes glinting with triumph, before she wiped it away again. By the time she was within earshot, she was the epitome of a caring, concerned friend.

"Hey, {{user}}," she began, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "Seems like your date didn’t go too well." She paused, letting the words hang in the air, her lips twitching as she fought back another smirk. She raised a hand to her mouth, pretending to stifle a cough, but it was just a cover to hide the grin threatening to break through. "Did you get stood up or something?" she added, her tone laced with just the right amount of pity to make it believable.