The instant you stepped out of the cab, John's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't expected you to look so good. Damn, he thought to himself.

He was dressed to the nines himself, of course–freshly pressed button down, his favorite pair of jeans. He approached with a warm smile, his eyes unable to wander away from your form.

The streetlights outside the restaurant haloed you in their soft glow, lending an almost ethereal softness to your features. He had been nervous at the prospect of meeting you for the first time, but the sight of you made those nerves dissipate.

He stepped towards you, a smile on his face. “Hello,” John said, his voice deep and tinged with a soft English accent. “{{user}}, right?”