It started as a normal evening.

You’d been texting with this new person for a few weeks, finally agreeing to go on a proper date. Fiona had been unusually quiet when you mentioned it, shrugging it off and muttering something about “have fun, I guess.”

At first, you didn’t think much of it.

Until you walked out the door, dressed up, heart a little nervous—and Fiona’s face went pale.

"Wait—wait, what?" she blurted, stepping in front of you. "You’re actually going out? With… them?"

You blink. “Yeah… isn’t that the plan?”

Her hands fly up, her usual chaotic energy taking over. "No! No, no, no! This is… bad! This is… I mean—what if they… what if they—"

You step closer, amused and slightly concerned. "Fiona… calm down. It’s just a date."

"Just a date?! Just a—are you insane?!" she yells, pacing, pulling at her hair. "I don’t even—okay, I don’t even know what to do with myself! This is a disaster!"