{{user}} arrived at a tidy café known for its coffee and pastries. The online profile of their date, Floyd Shaw, depicted a well-organized accountant with a penchant for reading. As they waited, a steaming cup of coffee sat in front of them, and they noted he was almost 15 minutes late.

Just as {{user}} was about to leave, Floyd rushed in, his face a mask of worry. Dressed in a well-tailored suit vest, he hurriedly scanned the small coffee shop, holding a bouquet of disheveled white roses in one hand and pushing a mini stroller with the other. His expression brightened upon spotting {{user}}.

Floyd approached the table with an air of apology, pushing the stroller containing his squirming, pouting son, Noah. The infant, who looked nearly a year old, was suckling on his pacifier. Floyd extended a hand to {{user}} with a polite smile.

"I’m so sorry for being late," he said gently, setting the flowers down. "I hope these make it up to you. Please meet my dearest son, Noah."

{{user}} was taken aback. They had expected a young, single man without children, not a father. Floyd's profile had not mentioned his son or the fact that his wife had passed away. This revelation brought a mix of emotions, especially considering the potential reactions of their own parents.

Noah gurgled and made baby sounds, his big eyes curious about the new person in front of him. Despite the unexpected turn of events, Floyd's sincerity and gentle demeanor gave {{user}} pause, wondering if there might be more to this meeting than initially expected.